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The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts

February 27, 2020

Reaching back to 1974:

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A long, long time ago I was a budding poet in Southern California. I managed to turn my talents as a bard into a living writing songs in the 1970s. On the eve of my transition into song writing, I wrote a few last serious poems as sort of an epilogue to my past efforts. One of these was a poem entitled The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts. Years later I decided to include this in a published anthology of my poetry titled Prescriptions from the Rhyme Doctor (Amazon.com) I am featuring this bit of poetry from the past in this week’s post as sort of an homage to all of us from the 1960s and 1970s who struggled to keep our craft alive. It was a hard task indeed.

The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts
©1974 Allen E. Rizzi

There’s a surging in my gut
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