Jun 23
That tenor from the grave
Sings from the long ago —
Just a young Dingle boy —
Who forgets that first glow?
’Tis the second love I did wed —
Still, there is that weight of the dead.
We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.
This poet-angel-hipster dude from Jersey writes satire, humor, fiction, poetry, essays on music, travel, gardening, and his belly button. He’s a trophy husband.
