White Audi And that summer I forgot about pain when there was pain. And that August I wore white, drank red. The blow dotted my stache. And when they continued asking him to see if he hadn’t od’d, if his mind was still there, if his lips were just accident blue and not
It is 2:41pm on a Friday in January and my mind is officially blown. Bravo, AD. Hearing your voice read this poem is manna. Please record/video all of your poetry, all of your writing. It is as old school as the vinyl of cummings, Frost & Dylan Thomas BUT it's going to be the archive for the future.
My Mom, God rest her lovely Soul, died when I was very young and yet I remember well that she was my first Miss Malaprop. She'd say things like "Those who live in glass houses shouldn't wear high heels." She had a point. The last 5 lines of your poem sears and I'll share this poem in my own non-social media way but it will be shared broadly for its sacred and humane insight. Hail, AD!
me and my church trauma love this.
This was stunning.
You are on fire, my friend, and I love seeing Miami through your eyes. 🖤
It is 2:41pm on a Friday in January and my mind is officially blown. Bravo, AD. Hearing your voice read this poem is manna. Please record/video all of your poetry, all of your writing. It is as old school as the vinyl of cummings, Frost & Dylan Thomas BUT it's going to be the archive for the future.
My Mom, God rest her lovely Soul, died when I was very young and yet I remember well that she was my first Miss Malaprop. She'd say things like "Those who live in glass houses shouldn't wear high heels." She had a point. The last 5 lines of your poem sears and I'll share this poem in my own non-social media way but it will be shared broadly for its sacred and humane insight. Hail, AD!
this is beautiful
fire
great stuff bro bro