A. F. Carrera : Writing

There's No WiFi at the Bottom of the Ocean

There's No WiFi at the Bottom of the Ocean

A Poem by A. F. Carrera


I'm pocketing pebbles along the shoreOf my sultry lakeCircling my private seaWhere there is absolutely no WiFiWhen a breeze follows through the fugueA..
We Five Hundred

We Five Hundred

A Poem by A. F. Carrera


Go with the ebb, my black-suit friend Though the ground is frigid and bare Though the glaciers howl And cry in the night Go with the ebb, ..
An Epoch Poem

An Epoch Poem

A Poem by A. F. Carrera


I I am a man of the railway yards And the gentle heartbeat of the subway cars That move to the rhythm of the near and far And end up in graves ..

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