The Fullness of Life
Life is so empty.
I feel so doomed
All alone up in my room
As I close my eyes
Insomnia waits patiently
In the background of my mind.
Oh,...
Frappè (Milkshake)
The station man didn’t look a day over 44,
He told me what street and nothing more.
The drive was Eleanor and upon which was the diner known as the “Della Torre”.
The...
Welcome to the brief introductory piece for the new Dee-Mack poetry column. The content covered in this column will primarily include weekly or biweekly posts of poetical literature. These poems are mostly...
