Welcome to Shipwreck Home Poetry

 Hi.

Like an old sailor after years at sea I find myself standing on the shore I left so long ago. My old poems are like a duffel bag I carry, full of gifts to disperse to old friends, family, and strangers here.

I will build a small home and garden of poetry here on this rocky soil, and hope you will come along on the journey.


TED

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