Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Laurel Canyon by John Drudge

We stopped 
At the country store
In the canyon
As always 
Where everyone
Is everything
All at once
Long beyond
Stark definitions
Of ourselves
Watching the pain
Wash over
Endless sunsets
As dreams whistle
In the trees


John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.

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