Welcome to Scot’s Poetry





A poem is never a put-up job, so to speak. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness. It is never a thought to begin with.

Robert Frost

I invite you to read, leave a comment or two and if you would like to–or maybe just leave a poem.



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