VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter

The White Flag is Willingly Taciturn The over-weaponized army marches as gun-shells spill from open mouths still wide from the war four years ago, while the “torchbearers” rev  by a new fuel, untapped, standing by. We, with the phantom-shrapnel pain in our chests, watch from our balconies as they burn the parchment-paper dream only toContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Donny Winter”

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson

I’m a Riverboat Boy, Poem on Halsted Street   As sure as church bells Sunday morning, ringing on Halsted and State Street, Chicago, these memories will be soon forgotten. I stumble in my life with these words like broken sentences. I hear and denounce myself in the distance, mumbling chatter off my lips. Fragments and chips.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”