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Morning Poem
Morning, I’m cold; I stir from sleep to your phone call. You’re getting ready for church. I say how Blue and lovely you look. (My car in this parking lot. Blankets and pillows; the back seat.) Why, you’ve turned ever… -
Plural
There’s sidewalks all just grey, there’s sidewalks for nowhere special. There’s sidewalks got stones speckled, there’s stones round from rests on riverbeds. There’s roads that stretch from city to city, There… -
"About Tricking Jailers" --rewritten
I originally wrote this back in February on my bedroom floor in the Amblett apartment. The ground was all ice, and earlier that day, we had all just walked (slid) down the steep canyon trail to Pillar F… -
The last day of winter.
I lean forward and swing my elbows over the bridge railing. The wind's blowing the wrong way so her cigarette smoke hits my face. I stop breathing and look at her. I used to think that cigarettes were so ugly. Like the … -
"I’m sorry I’m leaving."
It's not quite spring yet, and this concrete isn't warming up against my skin, but I like the shiver and maybe timing is everything because I've never seen fireflies this far north, and so this can't be real; but my eyes… -
November. Novembers.
With mittens and extra socks, we walked to Sunrise Park. The cold, newborn blue of dawn was just showing itself over fences between houses, but most of the stars and black hadn't begun to vanish yet. I thought, as we tur… -
Whirlwind
I awaken-- tired. Worries, responsibilities, guilts, and regrets whirl and scream at each other behind my eyelids, keeping me from sleeping with the indifferent, apathetic wind wrapping around the walls, and I feel co… -
"If I wrote poems about nature"
The door closes.I throw on my hood glare toward the ground hoping some winter-drawing spirit will feel the bitter look I give.But I'm wrong.Run forward draw breath. Through tight lips …
cloudcrash
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- Name: Jason
- Country: United States
- State: Idaho
- Metro: Twin Falls
- Birthday: 12/20/1986
- Gender: Male
- Member Since: 12/6/2005
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