By Liane Ellison Norman
stops a black man, his girlfriend, their child, though it's not clear why they've been stopped. The black man explains— carefully, politely, that he has a gun, slowly brings it from where it's kept. The white cop fills the black man full of bullets, which is where— increasingly— white cops seem to think bullets belong.
About the Author
Liane Ellison Norman’s new book of poetry, Way Station, was issued by Finishing Line Press in early 2017. Finishing Line Press also published her Driving Near the Old Federal Arsenal. She has published poems in the North American Review, Kestrel, The Fourth River, 5 AM, Grasslimb, Rune, Hot Metal Press and in the Voices From the Attic and Come Together: Imagine Peace anthologies.