Inching downward here,
in the long side of autumn,
itching turns ugly.
D.J. Whisenant
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Inching downward here,
in the long side of autumn,
itching turns ugly.
D.J. Whisenant
Poetry
drink and smoke and fuck
poet + writer
Denver, CO
Poetry, story and real life.
If you consider poetry a religion,then this blog is its sanctum and the authour here is a preacher.
Welcome to my world.
Just more notes from an untamed cynic
Short stories, excerpts from my novel in progress, poetry and thought provoking articles are posted periodically for your perusing pleasure.
Steve Shultz
lynz real life
Thank you for reading My earliest poems! (Earliest on the blog, that is.)
Of course! I’ve been meaning to look through your work, just to see what gems I may have missed before I started following your blog. 🙂
Wow — that’s wonderful! I have had the fantasy of someone reading through my whole blog, but as the years have gone by I have thought this activity would never happen. I would never ask someone to do it, but as You are suggesting the possibility, EYE am thrilled!
Autumnal itching might turn ugly, indeed…
A very eloquent haiku… Nice one… Sending best wishes. Aquileana 🐉☀️
Thank you!