Drinking On Holy Saturday

Christ lies cold in his tomb
but he'll rise again tomorrow

knowing this
I can't be sad

& get a head start
on jubilation.

 

The Dead

The dead

call out our names
this holiday

they don't want
our flowers

they want us
with them
very soon.

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Panic in the kitchen!
The Easter bread
refusing to rise.

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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.

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