I posted this poem here a long time ago, then a year ago I turned it into a song. The quality is poor. You'll have to crank the volume.
The Afterlife of Things
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Blooms on the Milkwood tree outside my mother's window.I One last time she
scrubs the steps and shines the brass, cleans out the cracks, picks off the
wee...
2 days ago

3 comments:
Hmmm. I gotta say I like it. I'm always interested in new music, something different from the mainstream. That's one of the benefits of living in Seattle. Our music venue is Right On!
Keep up the work man. I dig ya.
-Jack Tide.
Good job. Love poetry.
You raise the bar!
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