Two poems from Andrea Holland’s forthcoming collection, High Wire Macho (Silence = Death) You don’t ask if the boy playing bongos on the corner of 10th street is still there now, in a green bead rosary, a styrofoam cup of coins and elaboration on a riff, drumming …………1, 2, and 3, 4, and Irreplaceable boy, […]
Andrea Holland
Two poems
Blue Air The blue sky of downtown later and forever ………….marked by inexplicable machine boom breaking steel, cracked fires flaring ………….and blue turned to running ash as if a B-movie whipping buildings, ………….stray workers, a chrome hot-dog stand toppled on its side. But this blue is not ………….the same blue as our blue sky of […]
