Friday, October 19, 2018

Chicory By Terrence Sykes

I come
to gather
wild chicory
too old
to bloom
too bitter
to eat
too much
like me




Terrence Sykes was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia.  This isolation brings the theme of remembrance to his creations, whether real or imagined.  Other interests include heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles .  His poetry - photography - flash fiction has been published in India, Mauritius,Scotland, Spain and the USA

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