What It's Worth
Halfway down the hall
I hear the bedsprings
halfway down the hall
I'm seeking higher ground
halfway down the hall
there's a thought with a trigger
halfway down the hall
I turn around.
20 Years, 2 Hours of Highway
Ron arrives barefoot
& all I have
are these cheap socks
& one slim pack of poems
enough to roll him home
not enough to wake up
fat & smiling.
Tomorrow
I sleep now
for tomorrow
I must drink
yes tomorrow
I must drink
so I can sleep.
blues
by bart solarczyk
Peshekee River Poetry
Tom Blessing, Editor
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I play guitar, live in Pittsburgh with one wife, two cats, one dog. Been around small press since the early 80s, etc. I've slept over at Ron Androla's house.
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