Frankie Quinn with a poem from his expansive body of work.
Darkness
Darkness She peered through veiled eyes where darkness
Holds clouded thought in misty confusion
Will this end before I do?
♞♜♝
Bring me to the river, drench my face
Open my mouth and pull the words from me
I Can't Fucking Talk
♞♜♝
Scream from belly churning emptiness Why?
Who is there to carry my understanding?
Ask Me, Just Ask Me, I will tell you to lift me
♞♜♝
But drop the pitiful Shit, walk with my blackness
Cap the charge of thundering huffs in empty
Hollow cave, let me rest in your mind . . .
♞♜♝
Place me in the water stand on my chest
Hold me below and watch distorted features
Pale complexion dissolve.
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.


















