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Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2020

Harry the Hippie


by David Spicer



Sometimes I wish I lived in Michigan.

I think of it as the land of lakes and smoke,

of Honey Crisp apples and exotic incense.

My one visit there is less than vivid:

In fact, it was of no consequence,

because it happened before bombs,


before I met Harry, a hippie, a walking bomb.

He drove to New Jersey from Michigan—

after that he lived in Truth or Consequences,

where the law busted him for smoking

peyote. He told me later of vivid

visions he enhanced with incense.


In Jersey, he grew angry and incensed

at the Vietnam War, joined a few bombers

who called themselves Warriors for the Livid

and hijacked a Trailways to Michigan.

Its engine died of thirst, too much smoke,

in Detroit, and the hippies consequentially


scattered everywhere. One consequence

followed another. Harry, incensed

again at his arrest because of smoke,

escaped to construct crude bombs,

exploding one in Ypsilanti, Michigan.

My memory isn’t that vivid


but Harry told me something vivid:

I don’t give a fuck about consequences,

but I’m getting the hell out of Michigan.

Harry left for Cuba, the cops trailed the incense

that followed him, but he and his infamous bombs

disappeared in a whirlwind of fire and smoke.


When Harry returned, when he thought the smoke

had scattered and his life changed, it became vivid

once again: sentenced to prison for making bombs,

he served time, learned about consequences,

learned about life’s value in dollars and in cents.

After the iron gates opened, he thumbed to Michigan,


bought a head shop called Smoky Consequences

with his wife, Vivian, who knew he adored incense,

and forgot about bombs because they loved Michigan.




David Spicer is a former medical journal proofreader. He has published poems in Santa Clara Review, Synaeresis, Chiron Review, Remington Review, unbroken, Third Wednesday, Yellow Mama, CircleStreet, The Bookends Review, The American Poetry Review, Ploughshares, Gargoyle, The Midnight Boutique, and elsewhere. Nominated for a Best of the Net three times and a Pushcart once, he is author of one full-length poetry collection, Everybody Has a Story (St. Luke's Press) and six chapbooks, the latest of which is Tribe of Two (Seven CirclePress). He lives in Memphis. His website is www.DavidSpicer76.com/HOME | Mysite

Ann Marie Rhiel is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016 and has had her work exhibited in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals and Megazine Official.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2020