Jeremy Baker : Writing

Beautiful Boy

Beautiful Boy

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


I can see my little boy from the window, playing outside. It’s not just him; when he turns his face to me and smiles I can see my beloved, h..
The glass in my arms

The glass in my arms

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


The spilling of blood signalled the advent of my life, from the time an incision fashioned my navel. My perilous journey began from under th..
Holy Ghosts & Ghouls

Holy Ghosts & Ghouls

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


Lachrymal fluid seals my face, a mask shrouding my soul more wholly than any holy ghost or ghoul. No more may I intercede for my salvation, no m..
Time Of Death?

Time Of Death?

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


To cognate or disambiguate: the question arises from the inferno of the funeral fire, indicating the final refining is at an end, and the..
To Be a Man (If only I could)

To Be a Man (If only I could)

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


The Stone of Scone seems not insurmountable when initiation beckons. Yet my endeavour to mount it terminated abruptly, my lack of traction punctuate..
My skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once ...

My skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once ...

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


Alas, poor life! I lived once, Horatio, a life of infinite potential, of most excellent affection: it has borne me to a thousand places and..
My Halcyon Afterlife

My Halcyon Afterlife

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


My halcyon dreams of afterlifetaunt me now, decayed disruption to dismayed life.Like Eden beneath a carpark of soulsI am buried,trampled under your fe..
A Covenant with Death

A Covenant with Death

A Poem by Jeremy Baker


My friend, where have you been? You were supposed to have come for me - by now. I think sometimes I embarrass you; My gauche countenance, co..
Homecoming

Homecoming

A Story by Jeremy Baker


The sky bled as the sun drowned beneath the horizon, and from the hills a coldness somersaulted down and fell upon the young boy, chasing him, stumbli..

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