Ironworker Poems - Poems about Ironworker

...I have seen the broken bus windows fireflies in my daughter’s afro the look in the eyes of passersby prompting her to ask; “Dad, why are they looking at us?” Which prompted my reply: “Maybe the......Read the rest...

...Divine Intervention His name was Lynn. We had nothing in common. I – a city punk, twenty something, High School grad, Ironworker. He – an upstate NY, college educated, beret-wearing, ”Spiritu......Read the rest...