A tax accountant is giving advice to a client And my soul is dying Outside, the sun is too feeble To melt the snow. Inside it is cold And hollow. If I was a bird I would migrate. I’m a poet. I stare off into space. And listen To second hand Tax advice . . […]
Filed under: Eugene Stickland, Poems by, RE:ACT Art & Community Together - Calgary Poetry Project by editor Date 30 April, 2013
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Eugene Stickland, a photo by House of Blue Skies – RE:ACT Calgary Project on Flickr. I dream of leaving This place This past This thing I did This life I lived I dream of running away And I will But I hope When I do The winds will blow Behind me carrying With them The […]
Filed under: Eugene Stickland by editor Date 20 December, 2012
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