A Writer’s El Dorado…
To leave the remote village,
I dropped pebbles
every hundred feet
so the way back
would not be forgotten;
little room
on the wrong side
of the railroad tracks,
alone night and day,
once held my words
sweetly and securely
as Olga Invinskaya
caressed Boris Pasternak,
or Lisa and I hold each other
on those days when poetry is freed;
on the road cut through the desert,
a peculiar set of headlights follows me.
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King Grossman is a poet, novelist, writer of short prose, as well as a children’s story. His poems and short prose have appeared or are forthcoming in Delmarva Review, Bear Review, The Round, El Portal, Crack the Spine, Forge, Flights, Burningword, Ignatian, Saint Katherine Review, Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Whistling Shade, and many others. He’s working on his fifth novel. He lives in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California with his wife, Lisa, and sun conure parrot, Sunny.