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Poems by
Hank Fisher

Collected Works

Alleys, parkways and other distractions filled my youth with unblemished roadmaps that enabled me to navigate the neighborhood I have always adored in the city I have always loved.

Alleys, then as now, have served as concrete canvases upon which the portraits and mirrored images contained in my memory are embossed; storylands where I could transport myself to when necessary or desired.

Each jacket in my front closet possesses a unique story that was conceived by me or represents a particular event or circumstance in which I was a witness or participant. Jackets have not been drawn into my life by accident or coincidence.

There seems to be a metaphysical link that either reveals the perfect jacket at the perfect moment, or at least creates the appropriate situation for one-on-one introductions between myself and the next jacket entering my life.