A Poem for Labor Day

Poem for a Small Meat Shop for Mit, Rudy and Son of Rudy   Monday morning always a zoo, freight rolling in and the restaurants calling in out of sirloins, out of tenderloins, out of pork chops for… Read More

Cheers! Mother Jones and a Beer on Jesus

“Mother, we haven’t had anything to eat today,” said the three miners from Mexico, “or yesterday, or the day before, and we are dead broke.” I said it would be remarkable to find a miner any other way…. Read More