Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

Crude roar in the sky—   on the street he shakes his fist at the fighter jets After last night’s rain— tides of lighted cars and t...

Rumble under foot,   breath spreading through my belly— standing on the train Asleep on the train— an upside-down umbrella dang...

Oh mama...I’m so sick and sad   Oh mama...things looks awful bad All the famous faces Look so mean and mad Oh mama...everybody’s ...

Fennel fields in bloom   along the old railroad tracks, a scent of salt flats Sunday in the park— shrieking kids bounce in bright ...

What if   that man was your father? Poor folk— generally more generous than the rich Urban person dreaming at a magaz...

A strand of dry grass   clings to the bronze guitar strings— music in the trees White mist on the cliffs— a dog chases his keeper ...

Misty morning beach—   a black boy in a blue hood is walking backwards Black crows and white gulls stand on a white-streaked raili...