Edward Ferri, Jr.
Arson, Stoning, Gunshot, Poison
These were the fears of
death that I took to bed
during the unspoken years
when I sometimes fled
to shiver in the hay shed
When Mom got so vicious
blind spitting drunk that
I really did believe she
was going to kill me
or just maybe
kill us all
That nuclear holocaust they
fretted about at grammar school
never did bother me as I tried
to sleep with skittering critters
on a busted bail of straw
Bio
Edward Ferri, Jr. grew up on a "non profit" farm on the dry side of the Santa Cruz Mountains in California where "Bailing wire, gumption, and spit" were the "apps" of the day. He is a strong believer in the spirit of Boo Radley and he still savors milestone memories from the "missing miles" lived on the roads of North America with a motorcycle that loved to be ridden long and hard after having its carburators tickled. He is a graduate of San Jose State University and has been published in Eskimo Pie, Lucidity Poetry Journal, Muddy River Poetry Review, Agave Magazine, Still Crazy Magazine and Main Street Rag.