Poetry runs through my veins; my kidneys; my gall bladder; my thymus gland. In fact, it runs through everything except my lymph nodes and, surprisingly, my genitalia.

Though other human beings often utterly repel me I feel compelled by some greater force to impart my poetry upon them.

At times shocking, at times deeply profound, my words will ultimately enlighten and enrich mediocre lives.

Thank Me

The Poet Lawrie Hurt

Photo: Ian Davies

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