You walk out the door for work on a Monday morning and immediately drop your coffee in the apartment hallway. You take a bad step on the stairs and almost do the splits. It's raining and your umbrella is in the car which is in the parking lot 500 feet away. People dash out in front of you while you're driving, a clap of thunder almost literally scares the crap out of you. Your office badge won't work, computer doesn't boot up, you're late clocking and you don't know it but this is the best your day is going to be. Imagine every emotion felt in this short time and these are the same emotions…mehr
You walk out the door for work on a Monday morning and immediately drop your coffee in the apartment hallway. You take a bad step on the stairs and almost do the splits. It's raining and your umbrella is in the car which is in the parking lot 500 feet away. People dash out in front of you while you're driving, a clap of thunder almost literally scares the crap out of you. Your office badge won't work, computer doesn't boot up, you're late clocking and you don't know it but this is the best your day is going to be. Imagine every emotion felt in this short time and these are the same emotions you'll feel reading this poetry collection. When you're done reading it you'll want to cry or take a shower to wash the depressive grit of life from your skin. Or you may want to cry in the shower and get them both out of the way. This is life and life is poetry but you will most definitely feel a small sense of hope when you're done. These words are grounded in reality and sometimes you have to face the reality of life because running away is only a temporary fix. Buckle up, take a breath and know that all of it, even life itself is only temporary. That tiny glimmer of hope in your gut may only be the size of a glowing ember from an almost-spent cigarette, but that is all you need.Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Never until recently did he consider writing poetry. Not when he slid from the womb. Not when he felt the first tingle of teen hormones. Not after he got married, divorced, moved to another city, lost a couple jobs, moved back. It just sort of happened. Ken Tomaro, self-proclaimed poet laureate of the Cleveland sewer system, has been writing poetry for a few short years. He's not famous, rich, recognized or read in schools across America. He has been published in several literary journals, done a couple podcasts, started the YouTube channel, Screaming Down the Poetic Highway, and that's pretty damn impressive.
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