Excerpt from “A Rather Public State­ment” by Tony Con­nors Finally, let me assure those Who ima­gine me lend­ing a will­ing ear, That my lop­sided appear­ance Is con­gen­ital, And should not be inter­preted As a lean­ing Towards any­thing Other than the ground. I don’t walk, I…

When thrown into an unknown land like the rest of one’s life, there are those that make plans, map their lives accord­ing to the obstacles to be over­come (hus­band, chil­dren, house) and those that stumble through and around, exclaim­ing in joy at the unex­pec­ted lake or…

Today, Picas­so’s dove flew through the window And David reached up a hand to him But he touched only a fall­ing olive sprig There was blood on the broken glass of the dove’s per­man­ent cage And an empty frame on a gal­lery wall And a bird flying free in the sky.…

What was between us has changed and my major modern trauma is now how I will act toward you when I see you tonight. Are you going through a mid-teen crisis too? or have you now suc­cess­fully emerged from the lion’s den? Are your wounds deeply hidden or will you share…