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Larry Houston

Larry is rolling towards geezerhood with a smile on his face. He has been everything from a door to door vacuum cleaner salesman to a restaurant owner. He currently works in real estate. His one true love has always been literature and he is thrilled to be writing
poetry. He hopes you enjoy.

5 works in Kiss My Poetry

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Poetry

Larry Houston

There’s a gun in the closet

one in the drawer I hope grandpa’s not drinking grandma died 5th of June two years back midnight blue uniform and a…

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Poetry

Larry Houston

Fat Mans Country Store

we smelled the woodsmoke before we went in old timers sitting in chairs by the potbellied stove in worn jeans and old…

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Poetry

Larry Houston

Sunday Morning

she peels an apple the paring knife slicing long red ribbons that fall on the counter. I lick my thumb turn the…

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Poetry

Larry Houston

Ocracoke

I walk under cornflower skies in late August shoaling waves land on shore and die with a whimper leaving tendrils of foam…

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Poetry

Larry Houston

brown liquor

is fierce in the sun I drank half the pint coming down from the mountain. holding on to the guardrail the metal…

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