Bart Ate God


  “Where was God?” I knew the question was coming. I could feel it. My son is a smart kid. I knew he wouldn’t let the death of an older former babysitter go without discussion. I welcome these questions. I don’t hide from them. I engage them directly. So, I replied, “Bart ate God.” Immediately, […]

poetics under fire or verse written with my son sitting on me on a flight to dallas-fort worth


  bart bart screamed out and everyone told him not to shout the one they called crazy blind man screamed out and go to see again we will not open the eyes of the blind until we scream out about the oppression we find the sign everyone demands a sign from god but perhaps the […]