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For small creatures such as we

“For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.” ― Carl Sagan

My collection "Dark Fathers" was a quarterfinalist in Vine Leaves 2017 contest. Congrats to the winners.

My collection “Dark Fathers” was a quarterfinalist in Vine Leaves 2017 contest. Congrats to the winners.

My collection "Dark Fathers" was a quarterfinalist in Vine Leaves 2017 contest. Congrats to the winners.

My collection "Dark Fathers" was a quarterfinalist in Vine Leaves 2017 contest. Congrats to the winners.

Join two other poets and me the evening of May 9

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Join two other poets and me the evening of May 9

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The Raven's Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems

The Raven's Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems: " Authority of Stars " and " Desolation Thesaurus ." Thank you Raven's Perch.

The Raven's Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems

The Raven’s Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems: “ Authority of Stars ” and “ Desolation Thesaurus .” Thank you Raven’s Perch.
The Raven's Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems: "Authority of Stars" and Desolation Thesaurus." Thank you Raven's Perch.
The Raven's Perch has accepted 2 more of my poems: "Authority of Stars" and Desolation Thesaurus." Thank you Raven's Perch.

Remember you can read many of my published poems

Remember you can read many of my published poems here:  http://www.davidanthonysam.com/publications-and-prizes/

Remember you can read many of my published poems

Remember you can read many of my published poems here:  http://www.davidanthonysam.com/publications-and-prizes/

Dual Coast Magazine will publish my poem "The Exile Before His Desk" online and in its magazine

Dual Coast Magazine  will publish my poem "The Exile Before His Desk" online and in its magazine

Dual Coast Magazine will publish my poem "The Exile Before His Desk" online and in its magazine

Dual Coast Magazine will publish my poem “The Exile Before His Desk” online and in its magazine

Three Line Poetry has accepted another of my poems for future publication.

Three Line Poetry has accepted another of my poems for future publication. 

Three Line Poetry has accepted another of my poems for future publication.

Three Line Poetry has accepted another of my poems for future publication. 

The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review will publish my poem "Praying Water" in their next issue.

The  Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review will publish my poem “Praying Water” in their next issue. 

The Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review will publish my poem "Praying Water" in their next issue.

The  Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review will publish my poem "Praying Water" in their next issue. 

Unity

“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir

From "The Knapsack Notebook" by Matsuo Basho, Stephen Addiss, Sam Hamill

“Nothing’s worth noting that is not seen with fresh eyes.” WITHIN THIS TEMPORAL BODY composed of a hundred bones and nine holes there resides a spirit which, for lack of an adequate name, I think of as windblown. Like delicate drapery, it may be torn away and blown off by the least breeze. It brought me to writing poetry many years ago, initially for its own gratification, but eventually as a way of life. True, frustration and rejection were almost enough to bring this spirit to silence, and sometimes pride brought it to the brink of vanity. From the writing of the very first line, it has found no contentment as it was torn by one doubt after another. This windblown spirit considered the security of court life at one point; at another, it considered risking a display of its ignorance by becoming a scholar. But its passion for poetry would not permit either. Since it knows no other way than the way of poetry, it has clung to it tenaciously.

A great Russian voice is stilled

A great Russian voice is stilled, Farewell  Yevgeny Yevtushenko .

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. Basho

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. Basho

Inspiration

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous ‘I don’t know.’Wislawa Szymborska

Dreaming

When old dreams die, new ones come to take their place. God pity a one-dream man.Robert Goddard