“scorched page splendor (another poem for the compost)” Live from Serendipity Woods

I live out in the sticks. I like to go out and read my poems to all the ticks, chipmunks, & deer. This one, “scorched page splendor (another poem for the compost)”, is the last poem in my limited edition, long since sold out, poetry chapbook SING WHILE YOU CAN, which the good folks at The Grind Stone were kind enough to publish.

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Thanks for looking & listening.