As a renowned poet, he has published several collections of poems, including Sang Ke’s Poems, Sang Ke: Selected Poems, Snow in Midnight, No Title, Poems 15, Tears, Slider, A cable car on a Headland, Nightclub, Cold Air, Turntable Game, Landscape Poetry, Morning Flight in Winter. He i...
Note burden’s sense, too, as refrain, as what we carry singing down the road. Love me little, love me long’s the bindle shouldered by that us that must end anonymous, bound to the stone of a song. With, across, after: referred myself to a different doctor, wielded the old ax i...
With Elvin Jones slapping snares, “Ascension” brought me through contractions of childbirth while I spread mayo at the counter by the fridge. I was at the end of a broom handle when Trane’s brass floated me down one long, cool river. I had to stop what I was doing when his sax la...
Just to end up on the precipice of a culture remix with no roots. Me thinks thou protest too much.” Cassandra is both muse and mirror—an allegory for the unheeded cries of a generation standing at the precipice of oblivion. Her prophecy is sharp with the sting of “confirmation bias,”...
Jackleen Holton: “The news that two-year-old Lane Graves, wading in a man-made lake at a Walt Disney World resort near Orlando, wassnatched by an alligatorand drowned shook me to the core in a week that had already brought the terrible news of a terrorist attack at anLGBTQ nightclub,...
Bee met Stevenson while appearing at The Palomino nightclub in North Hollywood back in 1979. Stevenson was in the audience, and after the performance, invited Bee to her home for dinner. At Stevenson’s Buena Park house, Bee remarked that she particularly liked one of the many poems hanging ...