Poetry

At the end of “Fern Hill” Dylan Thomas writes that as he aged he woke “to the farm forever fled from the childless land. Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying though I sang in my chains like the sea.” I’m a poet at heart forever young I guess, and wrote a chapbook that is attached to read by those who register on this site.  I’ve done graduate work in poetry at UofH. I’m always willing to look at the work of other writers gratis. (2014 is the 100th anniversary of the birth of Dylan Thomas)
Emanationsbook

Academy of American Poets and poems for reading.

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