j : Writing

Outside my window

Outside my window

A Poem by j


The object of art is to give life a shape. William Shakespeare In all the world, I tread upon these imbedded stones made smooth by fo..
I Am

I Am

A Poem by j


It hums. white noise, the background symphony heard only by her scattered, shattered . . . a force of habit in decibels too low to . . ..
The Sound of White

The Sound of White

A Poem by j


written one spring when dandelions filled the air ... and my allergies went haywire
Collecting the Girl

Collecting the Girl

A Poem by j


Umbrella-filled skies to catch blue rain and loose-leaf paper dragons sail through the arcane Speeding cars fly by in colours and shapes that..
hush

hush

A Poem by j


Be still . . .I can hear youineyelashes resting on maiden cheekswithinthe silence of a weary mindchancing blue grass in fading deniminsidethe curling ..
a careless mess

a careless mess

A Poem by j


bear with me while i work through this ... painting by Hodd J Whicker
Wheezes and Corduroy

Wheezes and Corduroy

A Poem by j


an old poem i still like ... simple but poignant in her devotion to him, misguided or not
Some Goodbyes

Some Goodbyes

A Poem by j


I was surprisedat my reliefwhen i finally deleted youBecause you see, as deeplyas you lived beneath dust and abeyance you still held your placeamong m..
Architecture of a mind operating on lower brain funtions

Architecture of a mind operating on lower brain fu..

A Poem by j


Charcoal cloud banks breakthe day to pieces; split blankets and sheets when I’m too old, it’s too coldand I don’t really care.Acci..
A 40 Year Continuum

A 40 Year Continuum

A Poem by j


Whispers drift and dissipate into a canopy of the dreams of youth, Two lives bound, still, by a diaphanous thread . . . tattered now by..

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