"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

prodigality blues


what kind of a man is he?

what kind of a man is M.I.A.

on the night his son is about

to break thru?


do u know where he is?

the wife winges  i reach for

the dial phone  +dial


he is not alone  not far from

home  the wife will not touch

the stinkbaby




and when he is 2  she plays too

close to the water’s edge  a game

of rolling him



..he will eat my bread and he will observe my religion, the stranger said..

why should he not bear my name?.. (William Faulkner  Light in August 1932)


Fall  2020

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