A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure to wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all- Let’s go live in a tree house. ― Shel Silverstein
Rick Lupert is a Los Angeles poet since 1990.
His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, including The Los Angeles Times, Rattle, Chiron Review, American Mustard, Radius Lit, Red Fez Review among others.
He lives in Van Nuys, California.
