(Photo by Tanja Heffner) I have found salvation in Rock and Roll My gospel in the rhythm and blues when that drumline hits thump thump thump I become the Angel Gabriel When the trumpet sounds for me it will be Janis singing Me and Bobby Mcgee and as I lift up off … Continue reading Jesus Serves Jamison (Poem)
(Photo: Matthew Henry ) We try to divine what we know or what we think we know in terms of people and places and things We tell ourselves these narratives that only reinforce our prejudice against others as well as ourselves But the mile less trodden on uncut in fields rarely visited when … Continue reading The truth is…(Poem)
Do you have that novel in your mind that you've always wanted to write? Do you have that great storyline you think should be made into a screenplay? Do you have that autobiography you've been thinking about sitting down and hammering out now that you've reached a place in your life where you have … Continue reading So you want to be a writer? Prepare for crippling doubt.
(Photo by: Ben White) April is National Poetry Month and this one I'd written several months, maybe over a year or so ago. And I wrote it when I got to missing someone in my life who's - a friend, brother, drinking buddy, just.... I suffer from what Cordelia suffered from in King Lear … Continue reading Old Friend (Poem)
(Photo by: Jeroen Andel) Today I would like to share with you my favorite poem, The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. To me, this is one of the most beautiful poems ever written, and if recited correctly, can bring me to tears. There's something about it that calls to the weariness in … Continue reading The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Poem)
Get up, because the draught has woken you again, make a thin, weak instant coffee and listen to the absolute feathery white static silence of the night. Try to be positive; think how lovely this breeze will be in the summer, as you rub the blood back into your feet. Check the cupboards and nibble a slice of hardening bread.
Back in bed, with the covers wrapped cocoon-like around you, wonder if today’s the day you can have a hot shower, or a bath without boiling the kettle seven times, because maybe by some miracle the plumbing your landlord won’t fix is better now. Wonder how many calories there are in the bread you’ve just eaten, tell yourself to relish the cold night because shivering burns fat. Wonder what you’ve become.
There’s an ethereal quality to the hours just before dawn, when the night is over but the day not…
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(Photo by Soren Astrup Jorgenson) I used to love you God, I used to love you when I was starving myself and craving affection I can't even list the names of the men i took to bed wishing it had been you Or maybe I remember more than I'm letting on, maybe I should give … Continue reading Confessions and regrets (Poem)