Eric Scot English

PoetryThe Factory

There exists a factory near the place of my birth Where more than just parts were produced But…

PoetryLovely Lady

I. Prologue Oh, lovely lady whom I met One fateful night. Although I knew you long ago It’s…

PoetryFolly: A Satire

Whoever said “blondes are dumb” Was wrong. And… Whoever said “red heads are the wildest lovers” Have known…

PoetryChicago

Horns, And more horns. People, And more people. Trash everywhere. No parking. Tickets. Homeless. No one says hi.

PoetryBook

For: K. T. ~ Thank You!   Tattered pages feather Toward a dimming light; Longing to be touched…
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