Tease out the meaning of things.
Have all of this count
For something.
Make it your life’s work.
Look up from your book, your ledger,
Your slumber.
Messages are waiting.
The sun sets on the dock in five minutes,
Someone has something to show you,
Drop everything.
We are granted a finite amount
of absolutely
everything.
Listen for the unspoken.
Pop your collar.
Shoot your cuffs.
Know you were here.
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
Nothing Gold Can Stay: A Mother
and Father Remembered.
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A sequence of my poems has been published in a hardcover book entitled The Music of Leaving Poems by Tricia McCallum
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