Crows Back In Kansas

By Donna Fitzgerald I’ve held good memories In one hand while the other hand Was tied behind my back I’ve breathed the secrets deep within The walls about to crack I’ve felt the pull The compass spin While history pulled me back I thought I would crawl the trail you...

The Ghost of Nicholas Berg

By Donna Fitzgerald I sip my tea from a flea Market find Stoneware depicting an old barn sign Farm hand stacking wheat A place I have seen A Commonwealth, common wealth Sense of self I dip my toast They boast And defame the good old American name In the same Chamber...

Iron Horses Farm

By Donna Fitzgerald The vampire is in the living room With the chain-smoking Self-promoting babysitter The priest sweeps the ashes with a broom The tempest is in the teapot And she getting bitter The doctor has no remedy for doom The nurse holds the basin To catch all...