Rick Howe is someone who has been afflicted by the unfortunate need to write, and since he believes that misery loves company he has also decided that the ideas that bounce around in his head like rocket propelled squash balls should be written down to stop their nagging, and then in turn be inflicted on any other poor unfortunates who encounter them.
He also possesses a poor sense of humour and a suspect sense of judgement about most things...
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Stories by Rick Howe
Epitaph For a Gutter Poet
Not claiming I'm the poet in question, or even that I am a poet, but certainly poetry will not leave me alone...
Hourglass
On time and the passing of those abrasive grains...
Rose
Now this one just will not be pinned down...
A clumsy poem, but I'm keeping faith there's something here to...
