Driftwood is where I share my poems, stories, and random thoughts, a little creative corner of my own.
I grew up in a little river town with tree-lined streets and parks in every neighborhood. My earliest memories include swimming in lakes and pools, throwing rocks into the river, and playing on the swings at the park.
Full of historic monuments and architecture and a declining industrial base and population, the town seemed lined with grief as well, a tribute to a past that was a bit grimier but more alive than it’s future as a quiet, picturesque junior-college town.
Write what you know they say. So, my poems are an attempt to express both beauty and sadness. And sometimes, a little joy.
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