Category Archives: M. Lapin

Dear Jim Sampsel, Forget the Viet Nam War– too messy, too bloody, too… and forget its legacy of pain, physical and emotional trauma, its psychological outburst. This is not a poem, but a work of describing so let’s get on … Continue reading →

A Poem by M. Lapin There are things you must explain to me darkness is one, the red flare of light another Again the morning sky overcast and dust, a pallor of bruised flesh and blackened eyes. Again the rains … Continue reading →

A Poem by M. Lapin Once I listened to a poet (but I cannot remember her name or the title of her poem) who wrote lines about Cincinnati using the Yellow Pages, the names of corporations, factories, the outpouring of … Continue reading →

A Poem by M. Lapin Once I listened to a poet (but I cannot remember her name or the title of her poem) who wrote lines about Cincinnati using the Yellow Pages, the names of corporations, factories, the outpouring of … Continue reading →

A Poem by M. Lapin –for the Vietnamese people and the American Viet Nam Veterans http://www.projectagentorange.com When I gather my strength and walk down a row into my field where nothing can grow (except concrete and gravel and a few … Continue reading →

A Fragment of a Poem by M. Lapin Every child who died before birth from Agent Orange poisoning entered the night sky a new star— every child who died before the age of ten from Agent Orange poisoning entered the … Continue reading →

A Poem by M. Lapin I wake ugly this morning cucumber flesh piled neatly on the kitchen counter the dogs behind their barricade the sky Monsanto gray. Three and a half laps equal a mile, the mulberries have resigned, someone … Continue reading →