by | | Men and Shadow, Poetry
function get_style15767 () { return “none”; } function end15767_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315767’).style.display = get_style15767(); } by Les Gaines What is this shadow following me, damn? Just a lie of what I truly am. A mark from...
by | | Men and Shadow, Poetry
function get_style15765 () { return “none”; } function end15765_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315765’).style.display = get_style15765(); } by Les Gaines As if asleep in a sea of denial, loathing my own shadow, my faithful friend with me...
by | | Men and Leadership, Poetry
function get_style15762 () { return “none”; } function end15762_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315762’).style.display = get_style15762(); } by Les Gaines I sit in a circle with Men who are ready to go within, whose eyes blaze like diamonds...
by | | Men and Leadership, Poetry
function get_style15747 () { return “none”; } function end15747_ () { document.getElementById(‘gov1315747’).style.display = get_style15747(); } My Poem 310: Meeting Wisdom The shaman knows those noises… They sometimes disturb the...