Acclaimed singer-songwriter Rodney DeCroo\'s second poetry collection, Next Door to the Butcher Shop , explores the permeability of memory and uncovers heart-wrenching beauty from shadowy grit.
The birds sang my prais.
I was an emperor on a green lawn wearing a white sheet and a paper crown.
Our memories are maps to places that don\'t exist.
How quickly age descends on us.
Acclaimed singer-songwriter Rodney DeCroo\'s second poetry collection, Next Door to the Butcher Shop , explores the permeability of memory and uncovers heart-wrenching beauty from shadowy grit