There is a vague memory of “gadfly” entering my lexicon by way of Socrates, perhaps some scholar used it in describing the philosopher, either the one from ancient Greece, or the practical philosopher in general. It seems a good fit to categorize a good deal of my poetry.
take us all to tulsa
Linked poems kill ignorance.
How ’bout that kid
from the Iron Range,
who wrangles us down
to where Woody emerged –
down to the foreign land
Alabama Creek were made
to call home by errant rulers,
by men crooked as the river.
Bright light shines on Black Wall Street –
bookstores, music shops, juke joints
abound, the town’s never had it so good!
God bless the Song and Dance man’s new home.
Dave Read