George Perry Floyd, Jr. October 14, 1973-May 25, 2020
Play it. Not for the perfect—
for would there be any songs at all?
Play it for folks who’re blind,
but may, somehow, come to see.
How sweet the sound, your name
becoming song; two syllables
echoed in the streets of the world!
to save a wretch like me.
On the split screen of my heart:
murderer’s knee/all the realms stolen
from you, George: your place
as father, husband, brother, friend.
For this cruel indignity we’ll manifest
with feet and words/song and laws
that now will be that precious time
when grace appears.
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Bordighera Press published writer/musician Phyllis Capello’s collection, Packs Small Plays Big, in 2018. A NYFA fiction fellow, & a winner of an Allen Ginsberg Poetry Award, her work appears in The Dream Book, From the Margin, The Milk of Almonds, The Voices We Carry, Embroidered Stories, & many other anthologies. Her poetry is included in Reading, Writing & Reacting, a college literary textbook. She works as a musician/clown, entertaining children, families, & older adults in hospitals with Healthy Humor. Phyllis teaches poetry to students in schools and libraries all over NYC with Community-Word Project. She loves The Poetry Barn.