Just a grizzled old geezer trying to make sense of what has gone, what will come, and what is. I was an aspiring poet many yarns ago, but found the SASE's too costly, the rejection slips too colorful, and the arbiters of style too bent on maintaining their definition of what does and does not constitute poetry. I am very pleased to find that the community of poets has survived and wish to contribute my voice to yours in this wonderful cacophony of being. Thank you. Devon
Fog at a Bad Interchange
Life and caprice caught me in fog at a bad interchange. Caught me all sideswipe and grind-paint; ditched me median; split with a merge-wink. Wet grass, broken axle, crunch-metal locked, dangling mirror sees nothing but fog, smear-light and loose change.
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i'm truly sorry for this... (24/06/2019)
To The Little Girl With Omelettes In Her Eyes (23/06/2019)
The Sum of Endeavors (22/06/2019)
To The Guileless Rover (19/06/2019)
Life and Hard Candy (18/06/2019)
Migration On A Bad Day (16/06/2019)
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