Tag Archives: Fabrice B. Poussin

CharityShe cried when they laughed at her despairalone for the holidays on her street cornerwitnesses unintended continued on the strollleisurely to the next shopping mecca.He thought he screamed within whenthose powerful ones in mourning suitsin unison clamored their customary noas the man pleaded for a little compassion.Married to rules secret to their identitiesthey grin withContinue reading “3 poems by Fabrice B. Poussin”

Trail conversations “How you doin’? she asks not waiting for the conformist answer too busy taking a sip of her holy water wrapped in plastic and early morning dew. “Good mornin’!” they claim in bright accents from North to South and other climes boasting those ivory smiles as if tomorrow would never come. “Have aContinue reading “three poems by Fabrice B. Poussin”