So, I finally took some time to curate some of my poems. Here is the first collection, in a downloadable ebook. These come from my twenties, and they aren’t “happy” poems. They are “coping” poems. So, Johnson people and other loved ones, DO NOT WORRY. This is simply a window into my past. Now, I am holding it down. There will be happier poems coming.
I guess I wanted to put this poetry somewhere since hard-drives burn out, and I’ve already got plenty of unmentionables in my top drawer.
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