Moongate Internationale

I paused on the hillside long enough to see the Indian family passing beside the tall oak, long enough for me to catch a glimpse of them against the sky. A solace of Indians

I saw them turn to me They looked me in the eye I turned away I said Go away there why [...]

The Strongest of the Strange

by Charles Bukowski

you won’t see them often for wherever the crowds are they are not. these odd ones, not many but from them come the few good paintings the few good symphonies the few good books and other works. and from the best of the strange ones perhaps [...]

“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and so forth oh say can you see by the dawn’s early my country ’tis of centuries come and go and are no more what of it we should worry in every language even deafanddumb thy sons acclaim your glorious name [...]

Poems for peace start somewhere. They start too often after the war after the bodies are counted and we have given up on counting them. Poems for peace come from the cries of mothers over children. Poems for peace come from soldiers who cry, why why why. Poems for peace don’t come as easily as [...]