No Where To Go
A book can be a vehicle a club car characters to befriend, to avoid cold steel of the tracks sings in the wind weeds travel where no one else goes take root in forbidden cinders the relentless sun leaves shadows behind to the coming night a mirror to hide in the corners time to think of places to go to realize there are none beyond the burning cigarette and open book Billy Howell-Sinnard Billy is a hospice case manager, visual artist, and poet. He's had numerous first, second, and third place wins at IBPC (InterBoard Poetry Community). His poem, Hospice Nurse, won second place for poem of the year for 2014-2015. Several of his poems have been published in anthologies and at online poetry sites.
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