r. f. jordan : Writing

severs

severs

A Poem by r. f. jordan


family love is the softest love of all. think of it as a pile of cushions. there needs to be give. there, often,needs to be more give with family than..
paradise's clouds

paradise's clouds

A Poem by r. f. jordan


when the resolverolled into solved,drips buriedwilted prisms ‘neath silt.you never won barrennessupon your spirit.your sporadic cymbal,with erra..
the arriving dive

the arriving dive

A Poem by r. f. jordan


i hope you know that i've barely changed at all. i'm still buried by my humanity, and it's deceptions such as sanity. i'm going back in the salty ..
proactivity is death?

proactivity is death?

A Poem by r. f. jordan


when i was young, all the pennies shined. at the least, if they didn't, we knew people that knew how to scrub them. all the fountains in all the m..
gutted gristle

gutted gristle

A Poem by r. f. jordan


and yet i haven't embraced your smile this past year the spool has spun the tides toward what i fear now that not all brides hold sway their veneer..
pausing by river of a brackish weaving

pausing by river of a brackish weaving

A Poem by r. f. jordan


strolledeyes castto where rippleof riverlapped bulkheadslate unseenfor nighthaddeadened such tonesto bedas in how rainabstains from lettingbonesbeliev..
inlet

inlet

A Poem by r. f. jordan


death has it's own breath.gathering a smattering of that which is after happening.to say her life was lostwould obliterate the wind's mutter upon her ..
calling..

calling..

A Poem by r. f. jordan


last night she caught up to me. as captivated as i was the best i could do was keep from reaching for her cold. southbound parkway, near mile mark..
calling

calling

A Poem by r. f. jordan


the and so forth et cetera morning stumbled thwarted, and bruise ridden, into a glow. yet somewhere beyond the pale, darkness remained. exposed by..
daughter's abandoned aquarium

daughter's abandoned aquarium

A Poem by r. f. jordan


shall there be truffle within marinade for ducks, and tired yearning within hollering homelessness? we peddle our worth to ourselves. we careen b..