Poems of the Week – Greg Rappleye

THREE POEMS BY GREG RAPPLEYE   At the Museum of Whiskey History I find my dead, sneaking shots of Old Crow on the line at Kelsey-Hayes– bootleggers, priests, procession swellers. Here’s Uncle Ted saying, Cheers to you all, after beating a black man senseless behind a blind pig. And there’s Aunt Rose, fresh from theContinue reading “Poems of the Week – Greg Rappleye”