Daryl LockeMorning WindTender — the touch of wind — to the depths of my skin — if not the insusceptible bones.1 min read·Nov 1, 2020----
Daryl LockeI am crude and exquisiteOf course weeds, puddles, and worms sprout in my garden1 min read·Oct 28, 2020----
Daryl LockeAfter talking to EmoryThe sun is never afraid to shine on New York City1 min read·Sep 13, 2020----
Daryl LockeinDrunk PoeteAlex on the chain-linked fenceI see him happy up there on the mountains, on the clouds, on the chain-link fence. I’m sure a triumphant song plays in his head often…1 min read·Sep 4, 2020----
Daryl LockeinDrunk PoeteF A I T HWhat am I without you? A name without its first letter?1 min read·Aug 30, 2020----