A boy cried to himself while being raped, by a man that was to be a mentor, memories of a joyful youth being stripped away, replaced by dark horrors of touch, witnesses turn their back and ignore, fear for what… Read More ›
Day: July 1, 2017
Introducing Hugh Dysart “Torn Poems”
Preface . . . I am a musician and a poet. I am a drummer with a penchant for writing lyrics. Somewhere along the way, my lyrics became prose. A verse here, a bridge there; where a collection of words,… Read More ›
