Words are not symbols, words are not signs toward hither and yon.
We don’t draw blocks from the box of words to assemble abstractions in the Coney Island of the Mind.
Words are swords that apportion the slices of a life.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.