Two hundred new poems from David Sanders including:
Just to the East of Despair
Just to the east of despair
Is a land of devil-may-care,
A place to go when nothing is fair
Just to the east of despair.
Your chances to dismiss
This potentially harmful abyss
Are better if you forget what you miss.
Just to the east of despair
Is a land of truth-or-dare,
A place to go at the end of an affair
Just to the east of despair.
Über den Autor
David Sanders currently resides on Central Park West and in Baiting Hollow on the North Fork of Long Island. Sanders will always be a New Yorker at heart: he grew up in Westbury, Long Island, and has spent most of his adult life just a stones throw from the fields and tennis courts of Central Park. A graduate of Georgetown University he writes, paints, and composes music. Sanders also has a great deal of product design, digital print-making and design, and architectural experience. He loves to renovate and redesign homes and gardens. He is very happy to be publishing his fifth volume of poetry by agreement with Penguin and Random Houses Xlibris Publishing.