r. f. jordan : Writing

old greenwich

old greenwich

A Poem by r. f. jordan


Dearest Phil i have ever had that special experience of getting to know- i’m still spinning off of this passed Saturday’s exhange...
Gorilla

Gorilla

A Poem by r. f. jordan


when i cordoned you off with Gorilla Tape and lilac vine once i was done attaching encrypted files of pearls upon that sultry salt of you..
let us, please, circle our wagons around all this spam on our site...

let us, please, circle our wagons around all this ..

A Poem by r. f. jordan


i am taking a breakfrom my usual portrayal of nonsense in my workand i'm going to attempt to speak as clearly as i can.i took aleave from this site al..
why i've decided it's o.k. to love those New York Yankees...

why i've decided it's o.k. to love those New York ..

A Poem by r. f. jordan


there appears to be pain in this world today.i, too, have been through pain.in a Subway Series i will always pick those pesky Mets.as my anger against..
Alberto...(check for redundance)

Alberto...(check for redundance)

A Poem by r. f. jordan


left flipper kickcompleting zest abreast crest, waning to drop me off...the rail ducks away from setting sun.no steady structures atop this sea,only s..
natural causes

natural causes

A Poem by r. f. jordan


through windows of breathwe try to gaze from beneath our sunken blindness....there were twelve thousand four hundred and fourteenunasked questions bre..
ellusive mistress

ellusive mistress

A Poem by r. f. jordan


when, ever, i have slept for silenceshe has eluded me amidst those pinesthose tall, graceful, dancers in that windthey lean amongst galesand do not sn..
for all of us are wind

for all of us are wind

A Poem by r. f. jordan


for all of us are windthough none of us are passingcrows care not for our traumasfor in this, now, there are none.i didn't mean to end such dazeand no..
i didn't mean

i didn't mean

A Poem by r. f. jordan


i didn't mean to be mean.i didn't mean to be the mean.i didn't mean to meander into the sheen of your emptied spleen.i didn't mean to get this large....
mix of earth

mix of earth

A Poem by r. f. jordan


when?when did this wrist betray her tissue to clench?when did these apostles of my heart veto proposals of my ruin?when, ever, did I betray my former ..