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Not quite Steve Fisher

Not quite Steve Fisher

In Quest.

The inquest was words about a good life The life and the death of my sweet wondrous wife She was brave, she was loving and kind to the core…

Oct 9, 2021

In Quest.

Oct 9, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher
in
Hinged

Sticking Plaster Blues. A Poem for The Young.

When I was a child

Oct 2, 2021

Sticking Plaster Blues. A Poem for The Young.

Oct 2, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher
in
Hinged

A STORY ABOUT THE NOTHINGNESS OF ADDICTION. JUST EVERYTHING.

Some people call it their “Works’. Others, their “Kit’. “Spike.” “Pin”. “Gun”.

Oct 2, 2021

A STORY ABOUT THE NOTHINGNESS OF ADDICTION. JUST EVERYTHING.

Oct 2, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

A poem for addicts that is as messy as my addiction.

I have snorted pharmaceutical death More helpful to me than a deities breath

Sep 4, 2021

A poem for addicts that is as messy as my addiction.

Sep 4, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

A poem for those who do not know anymore.

My Mother is dying, I guess like we all are,

Aug 31, 2021

A poem for those who do not know anymore.

Aug 31, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

A poem for a dead lover.

Photo credit Lauren Alexandra.

Aug 29, 2021

A poem for a dead lover.

Aug 29, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

A poem for three good souls.

I do not know you Judy McLain But you know that I know you, No overblown claim. You are kind, you are rare You do not play the game

Aug 28, 2021

Aug 28, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

A poem for a drummer. Sir Watts.

The savage paradiddle Beaten upon skin or

Aug 27, 2021

Aug 27, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

Smile, I Am A Thief.

No image can be inserted from my tablet, but hey, it’s about the writing right?

Aug 21, 2021

Aug 21, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

For The One I Love, And It Is Not Myself.

I am going to suffer. There is an almost onomatopoeic quality to the word, conjuring up notions of unrelenting pain. The 4 pills lying on…

Aug 12, 2021

Aug 12, 2021

Not quite Steve Fisher

Not quite Steve Fisher

Beating down my demons. Husband. Homelessness and mental health advocate. Drug addict but trying hard not to be. Writer, Poet and Photographer. Pseudonym.

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