Poems from Alec Emerson

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born concord, mass. 1947. done this and that.
The spray of flowers on the child's grave. The spray of bullets that made the kill. The bullets laugh. The flowers weep.
The ghosts of Wounded Knee welcome you. They are quiet and gentle. No one has young eyes. Their clothes are neatly patched, their moccasins...
Some days ago, in Belfast, holding bananas and figs, waiting in line for my cup of coffee, I suddenly froze, then snapped around. An...
Too young for a driver's licence, I had my sister Birdie take me to the Pike, and there in Newton, Mass., I stuck out my thumb, and headed...
venus has been moving south each day on her rise above the trees, but soon she will stop, and turn, and retrace her steps, and move north...