maybe after all
there’s God, Angels, gold slippers
my church goer friends
catcalling downwards to me
see, told you so, told you so
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maybe after all
there’s God, Angels, gold slippers
my church goer friends
catcalling downwards to me
see, told you so, told you so
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
A Poet's Place | Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine is Publishing Poetry Submitted by Published & Emerging Writers,
Cat Nap Revue 
At first I just saw the first part. That had one meaning. Then I saw both parts and the meaning changed.. I find it funny.
Since I love cats (and dogs) and you, I will straddle both ‘verses with multiple punery-wrapped cold brews from both pray-easys and should I find myself at odds I promise to venture an even-ish uprising to arightwrench an afterworld contemplating withoutyouery and that sure-to-be undammed cheshiregrin you insist is faded moisture on my unlookedupon mirror. Wonderful mirroring, maestro! (ever wonder if I were to leave typed the product of misplace fingers on the qwertyuiop and let the tranliterationry remain a mere puzzle in programmery vice erasure-retypery?)