Friday, February 8, 2019

Drunk by Terrence Sykes


drunk
in a bar
in the
west village
cold night
nyc

longing
for
the
ones
who
got
away









Terrence Sykes is a GASP Gay Alcoholic Southern Poet & was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia.     Although he is a far better cook &  gardener – his  poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Mauritius,Scotland, Spain and the USA. ..Other interests include heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles .






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