poems as hand- and foot-holds on a glass mountain

About

Where to start……..I was born in a desert, I was raised in a lion’s den…..no, that was somebody else……

 

Well, now I’m a retired healthcare worker living not far enough from Seattle with my wife who teaches piano while I write poems.  I’m Don Brandis.  You can see poems I’ve published elsewhere by searching ‘Don Brandis poems’ on Google or whatever search engine you have.  Several volumes of my self-published poems are available on Amazon.

Next week I’ll be someone else, like all of us.

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