My blood, my kin,

My family, my close friends.

Circle the wagons,

Our kind,



No one will look out for you.
I listen,
Almost convinced.

After all, dogs eat dogs …..
Fences stretch.
Guns are loaded.
Food hoarded.
Water purified.

But I want some space between the closely packed wagons,
Just enough to let some “others” in ….

Yes, inside ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky

Author: Gene Novogrodsky

Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!


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