by Ron Whitehead

“I stare at faces in the trees / as stars shine through fall leaves / the wide winged owl / sweeps a foot above my head / and says ‘Who who who are you’"

by Ron Whitehead

“Clouds drift under / a new moon and a starlit sky / Comes a train heading south / whistle blowing long and low…”

by Ron Whitehead

“Daddy had slipped green khaki work pants / over his boxer shorts. No shirt on. / The upset man excitedly explained that / someone had been shot and / others beat up on the picket line.”

Poetry by Ron Whitehead

“Are you willing to sacrifice everything, to give yourself / completely, to give your life blood, your fire, your heart / and soul to your calling?”

The Walt Whitman Allen Ginsberg Poetry Gospel by Ron Whitehead

“And The Walt Whitman Poetry Gospel starts coming to me through the gonads, the solar plexus, the heart, and the head! Yes! / Thank you Walt! Thank you Allen!”