There are forty-six poems here. They are mostly short. They grieve Tony Molina Jr. As such, they may be vulgar or contemplative. They may boast, play, cry, laugh, and sit in silence. They peek through windows at the past and over fences into the future. They sing in spotlights, trudge through the quicksand of regret, and launch hope through passing storms. Above all, these poems recollect, remember, and honor brotherhood lost.
Catch the Squirrel
beautiful, heart wrenching, and healing