6 DEGREES OF FOREVER

I stink of sweat The stress Rolling down my forehead Middle of back across chest Underarms Ass and thighs 6 more hours to go 6 more hours Being assault by the scream Of the Makita grinder 10,000 rpms Throwing dust in the air to suck Line the lungs In superheated glass coating Promise of slow…

BROWN HOODIE

Threadbare worn out brown hoodie With a hole in the sleeve Doing its best to comfort me As I sit here in the Lakewood morning dark Get the jumpstart On the morning Racing the Raising Sun to the Ocean ©workingclassproduction.com, 2014

In the Shadow of the Bomb Reviews

Some reviews of my first book, In the Shadow of the Bomb… On the words of J.W. Gardner By Drew Ishmael (retired Army combat vet) Joe is my brother, not of the biological kind, but by choice. In our brotherhood we have always loved each other, never forgotten each other, but we did miss birthdays…