This piece was originally published by The Closed Eye Open in February, 2022. I hope you enjoy this addition to my portfolio, and let me know what you think. Interacting with this post helps more people see my poetry.
A Nod To Derry’s Son
Derry, New Hampshire was the longtime home of Robert Frost. This poem is in dedication to my favorite poetry book: North of Boston, and his poem October.
A nod to him whom attended Lady Derry’s autumn tempests, gyrating orange and red and yellow leaves, dancing alongside stone-walled pastures, caroling in voices divine.
Beneath a chimney smoking, her singing overheard, the man north of Boston, stirred.
With his pen he picked and plowed and tilled her mysteries, and, in return, a thousand rhythms’ ineffable conceived expression.
Her rolling hills and tree lined cathedrals, he interpreted.
In his toil, she delighted.
For he, the Poet, penned psalms performed by the winds and cries he earwigged from her cold, autumn skies.
To him whom attended Lady Derry’s autumn tempests, a nod is given.
Escape Second Death: A Poem
This poem is published in the poetry anthology, Its Not Easy by Poets’ Choice. This is my first published piece.Keep reading
Worlds Apart, by W. Alexander
A Short Story “…I don’t consider your happiness when I call. You are needed, and you are able, therefore you must go.”Keep reading
The Day god Died: Chapters I & II
“…I hated him and his kind. I hated his affluence, his expensive clothes, his chiseled looks, and the arrogance he was born too. But most of all, I hated the power he held over me, his assumption of authority, and the truth of his superiority.”Keep reading
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