Jacob Carlos Stamper : Writing

And I Could See My Breath

And I Could See My Breath

A Poem by Jacob Carlos Stamper


All that ever came from those shadows that the trees did catchwas just another lonely wordthat got lostin the loneliness of the night.Like lights do,l..
Hazel

Hazel

A Poem by Jacob Carlos Stamper


Sweeping is the movements of the handsthat guide the light,that bend and mendbroken things and tattered cloth.And just as swift,swings forth the leg.A..
Morning; For Those With Eyes And Hands And Hair

Morning; For Those With Eyes And Hands And Hair

A Poem by Jacob Carlos Stamper


All the buzzing carsof this-Our land and home which we rest our heads upon-They wake with proud and rolling roars,bellows that shake our bones,and tak..
To My Love, Who Is All Of My Sleep

To My Love, Who Is All Of My Sleep

A Poem by Jacob Carlos Stamper


Soft and lilac,calmly rolling 'cross my chest.'cross the roll of the open fields,'cross the wide plains, the trees, the birds and their encircling son..