I used to be a poet. I could be one again.

Moonlight over Milwaukee River (apologies to Easy Fagela) Negotiating the last call for alcohol past 2 a.m., Post-drunken ramblings in a bar in Riverwest I take your hand, tucked into a jacket, through a walkway Of latent shrubs and marked up fences Until we face an opening above the city, A full moon cracking the […]