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Add to favoritesGalloping
written by: Mickey Kulp
@mickey_kulp
the galloping in my
mind was like that
time, after that
spotted mushroom,
when that big oak
tree kissed me
tenderly on the
forehead, saying:
"you can never go
back home, little
sapling."
Mickey Kulp
Mick is a writer and father of two mostly grown children who have survived his shenanigans through smarts they inherited from their mother.
His creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, and literary journals. His first book, Random Stones: A book of poetry, was published in 2016.
His creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, and literary journals. His first book, Random Stones: A book of poetry, was published in 2016.
