Monday, July 21, 2025

Are there honky-tonks in Heaven By Terrence Sykes


With hardwood on the floors

Are there 7-11s conveniently next door

So I can buy more beer & condoms 

When I take a fallen angel home





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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