David G Allen

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I am a freelance writer and vice president and contest director of the Poetry Society of Indiana. I was raised on Long Island, N.Y. After serving in the Navy, I attended the State University of New York and embarked on a 36-year career in newspapers, the last 19 as bureau chief and senior writer on Guam and Okinawa for Stars and Stripes, the daily newspaper for the American military community overseas. In the 1970s I was an editor and publisher of " Old Friends, " a small literary magazine in the Washington, D.C. area. On Okinawa, I was a member of the Eat Write Cafe and Traveling Poets Society and frequently read at the group's Open Mic Nights. For a while I also published an E-zine under the same title. I have been published in numerous poetry magazines and have three books of poetry, " The Story So Far, " " more, " and " Type Dancing." All are available on Amazon. I am a member of the Last Stanza Poetry Association, a group of poets who meet in Central Indiana, and the host of Open Mic Poetry Nights in Anderson, Indiana. Read less)

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Winding Way

WINDING WAY
By David Allen

There's a street in town
called Winding Way
that I swear was designed by fiends.
I turned onto it once to find a yard sale
and spent hours lost in a puzzling scene.
No matter the way, straight, left or right,
I passed the same playgrounds, houses and lots.
And when I turned onto a side street,
like some horror book plot,
it dumped me back on Winding Way.

Confused and dazed, I thought
this was some awful dream.
This is what Hades must be like.
Searching to find some value in life,
I was just spinning my wheels
My whole life was a Winding Way.

But finally, like most fruitless quests,
this one did come to an end.
And I was able to wend my way out
onto a main road, where my growling gut told
me I'd best stop for some food and a drink.
I found a drive-in, but had to skip it when
I read the sign on the "Steak City" board
advertisimg burgers and something called "Phyllis."

Was this some misspelling for a Philly Steak?
Or was it something more chilling?
Had some poor Phyllis died
On her Winding Way drive
And her body cooked up by some villain?
I didn't dare ask, and instead just passed
What surely must be the village's cannibal diner.

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