Poetry by Michael Chin
BURN When an arsonist haunted our street my lip trembled with helplessness. The first fire, a rosemary bush outside the house of an outspoken neighbor big white beard and pot-bellied, picture a grizzled Santa Claus. The first time we spoke he told me about the ex-son-in-law he almost murdered, beating him and driving his car […]
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