I Man, Strange, Champs

Charles monrocane produced this hour of poetry from his basement in between baking cookies and cakes with his kids. Jericho brown is the author of ward winning books of poetry like the tradition and the new testament. And he directs the creative writing programme at emery university in atlanta. Charles monro cane talked with him. O read me one. This one's by charles bakowski, and it doesn't have a title. It goes like this, all theories like clachers shot to hell. All these small faces looking up, beautiful and believing. I wish to weep, but sorrow is stupid,. I wish to believe, but belief is a graveyard.