Poems by Quincy Troupe
Poem Reaching For Something
... two bat wings curving cynical smilesstill, there is something here, that, perhaps, needs explaining ...
Poem for My Father
... in & out a curve breaking down wicked, like a ball falling off a table ...
Untitled
... beautiful girl, flowers in her hairthe air woven with lilting voices in this grand place of parepets ...
Snow & Ice
... so slowly grooved through revolving doors, opening up to enter ...
Snow and Ice
... so slowly grooved through revolving doors, opening up to enter ...
