Poem

Thinking about Bobby Fischer and how much of his fame (the good aspects of it, minuse the paranoia and the antisemitism coming from the son of a Jewish mother) depends largely on a political paradigm that doesn't exist anymore (if it ever did depending on your political leanings). And so, a poem, and a return to the hay(na)ku form.


[Update: This poem was recently published in The Mad Poets Review. Click here for more information.]