Escapes for Julie Hay, circa April 26, 1986
by Diane di Prima I thought I was teaching Thought I knew some thing Till she came to my door, one baby in a stroller, one toddler held onto
A New Revolutionary Letter
by Diane di Prima they’re us & we’re starving for water for land for air a place to sleep or they’re our
The Lord’s Last Prayer
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti Our father whose art’s in heaven Hollow be thy name Unless things change Thy kingdom come and gone Thy will will be