3 Poems by John Casquarelli

he Sign on the Dead End Road Says Reunion   “The illusion of detachment,” a chronicler once said, hand leaning on sequoia, looking up as if all history was born from its branches. I held my breath briefly, cleared my throat, crystallized that moment, took pleasure in the voice that refused to sing with anContinue reading “3 Poems by John Casquarelli”