East 12th & Rockwell
It was a thousand black holes coursing through my veins. A bullfrog trying to hypnotize me with its stare. All the birds from an entire neighborhood screeching from the covered branches of a single tree. That's what it was. That is all it needed to be and it was mine. And for those asking what does it mean, it's not your question to ask. It is simply my life to live.
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Never until recently did he consider writing poetry. Not when he slid from the womb or felt the first tingle of teen hormones. Not after he got married, divorced, moved to another city, lost a couple of jobs, and moved back. It just sort of happened. Ken Tomaro, bestselling author and self-proclaimed poet laureate of the Cleveland sewer system, has been writing poetry for a few short years. He's not famous, recognized, or read in schools across America. He has been published in several literary journals, done a couple podcasts, started the YouTube channel, Screaming Down the Poetic Highway, and that's pretty damn impressive.
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