Poems by Charles Ghigna

Poems by Charles Ghigna

Hunting the Cotaco Creek, by Charles Ghigna

His hand in hold so trigger tight its blood
believes in ghosts. It clings with finger set
on st...

On the Way to School, by Charles Ghigna

I'll tell you why I'm tardy and I hope my excuse will do.
I stopped to view upon a leaf a spider...

When Howard Became Jesus, by Charles Ghigna

No one in the huddle laughed
when Howard said he was Jesus,
that if we did not believe him
we...