Love and hope, and loss
On love, loss, hope, and all that goes with it. Although often in a roundabout sort of way. From someone who does not know it well.
My neck is wide, my legs are strong, and I carry a teal umbrella. I am a man who knows himself and fears little.I defy intolerance, and go where I will.
I’ve been single most of my life except for a brief disastrous marriage and am currently single and happy except that biology hates me.
A ‘heavy atmosphere’ poem about looking for love in a counter-culture bar. (Well maybe it is about rubbish, but that’s a different meaning of the word …)
Short poem about best friends who weren’t, written under the online nickname ‘Perran’. This is a pull from Daniel F. Dickinson’s archives.
A melancholy poem based on late fall and depression. Another of the few from Daniel F. Dickinson’s archives worth retreiving.
