Where you don’t have to be in this club.
The sad club
You can only join with a tragedy
And you can never quit.
You go to bed in the club
And you wake up in it
Clean house in it
Mow the lawn in it
Have mandatory conversations in it.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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