Saturday, September 21, 2019

Grow Up or Die by Kevin Ridgeway

we keep getting high
for no good reason at all
you blamed me for wasting
the joint we were smoking
and taking everything
for granted in a very mean
city where we could easily
get killed after our parents
died and we had no place
to call home, something;s
got to give in order for me
to wait for miracles
as my mind clears
and my life is saved.





KEVIN RIDGEWAY lives and writes in Long Beach, CA. A Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Slipstream, Chiron Review, Nerve Cowboy, San Pedro River Review, The Cape Rock, Spillway, Up the River, Suisun Valley Review, KYSO Flash, Home Planet News, Cultural Weekly, Big Hammer, Misfit Magazineand So it Goes: The Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library. He is the author of six chapbooks of poetry. His latest book, A Ludicrous Split, He also has a collaboration with fellow poet Gabriel Ricard,  available from Alien Buddha Press.

He also has a new book out with Spartan Press.
check it out and get yourself a copy today.



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