David O'Meara | The Walrus

A photograph of the poet, a man with his chin in his hand and looking toward the right of the frame, against a periwinkle-blue background.

March 2020 / Poetry

Autobiography

March 27, 2020 - by David O'Meara

Without design, the future shrugged. / I hoped I might find myself over there and not / be disappointed.

January/February 2012 / Poetry

There’s Where the American Helicopters Landed

January 12, 2012July 20, 2017 - by David O'Meara

Sixtyish now, Ling Quang’s hard look lifts from the gravel where we’ve stopped, the Honda’s kickstand staked to the mountain road’s bit of shoulder, our helmets left like laid eggs …