A Creative Outlet

AuthorDavid Nicklin

Dave was a poet and musician who always had laughter in his eyes. That laughter often exploded out of his mouth. This was good, because if his eyes had been capable of making sound, scientists would have taken him away for study, and he’d have spent far less time bringing joy to his family. He would have been 98 this year.

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David Nicklin

In Poetry

2 Min Read

Nothing works right when you’re not here. The fridge
died, but the porch was cold enough to store
the food until the expert came. A bird
came through the furnace flue exciting cats
and me. [When I caught it, its heart beat fast.]

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AuthorDavid Nicklin

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