I am David Allen, poet and freelance writer.
I am retired from a 36-year career as a journalist for newspapers in Virginia, Indiana and the Far East, spending the last 19 years running the Guam and Okinawa, Japan, news bureaus for Stars and Stripes, the daily newspaper for the American military community overseas.
All I ever did well was write. Besides reporting, I have had poems published in various small press magazines and websites. In the 1970s I was part of a group of poets in the Washington, D.C. area that published “Old Friends,” a short-lived magazine. On Okinawa I was a featured poet with the Eatwrite Cafe and Traveling Poets Society. We met regularly for open-mic nights at various bars along Gate Two Street, just outside the sprawling Kadena Air Base, and edited a now-defunct E-zine. These days I meet with the good “Last Stanza” folks in Central Indiana.
Anyway, finally, after all these years, I am the master of my own domain.
- TAINT NOTHING
“This writing’s not all
that hard,” he said,
peering over the poet’s shoulder.
“After all, you never
even learned
to type,
and look how
well you do.”
(But he never saw the callused pads
of my type-dancing shoes.)
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