Jonathan Ballam : Writing

Taking out the garbage

Taking out the garbage

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


Snow sticks to my boots like old words from my mother
A stranger's bed

A stranger's bed

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


for Sarah
two quarters

two quarters

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


i think i'm growing up today
because those goddam giddy young men...

because those goddam giddy young men...

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


poem about being masculine
cookie cutter

cookie cutter

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


based on actual events
drifting

drifting

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


two brains shimmer in between veins of streetlamps
midnight

midnight

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


his eyes are open or even alive to pulses of motion
canvas

canvas

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


the brush doesn't know there is a hand
hatch

hatch

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


a chaos hatches inside
alone

alone

A Poem by Jonathan Ballam


only the lonely ones have scars

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