Poetry. Alfred Robinson most recently worked among the Native American community, AIDS groups and the developmentally disabled in the San Francisco School District. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Award. The glyphed buttercup begins to melt/ Your unalterable name beneath my tongue/ carried through tundra, desert, whirls of wheat/ sweet, decipherable, unknown/ a language I ache to learn/forms itself in brittle petals.// (Journey Eastward)