Jack Worthington : Writing

The Regular

The Regular

A Poem by Jack Worthington


His heart sank with the sun as another day passedLight streamed through panes of glass to touch the floorCasting ever longer shadows that covered the ..
Big Foggy Mountain

Big Foggy Mountain

A Poem by Jack Worthington


The golden sun set over the crest of the big foggy mountainIn it's wake, a thousand shades of green slowly turned greyThe leaves of oak unfurled wave ..
Memoirs From a War I Never Knew

Memoirs From a War I Never Knew

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Papers strewn about, victims of callous thoughts gone nowhere.I remember a time, seems so long ago, before our world went asunder .No weeping, the roo..
Continuity

Continuity

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Throughout the ages past and yet to comeIn an ocean of pride and cynicismHearts filled with truth are never undoneJust as light comes through a prism...
Midnight in a Downtown Alley

Midnight in a Downtown Alley

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Long after commuters have said goodbye Flurries of snow fall from the sky Into the charcoal canyon below A measure of silence the God bestowed. ..
Memories of a Farmers Moon

Memories of a Farmers Moon

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Several years ago, but not so many, I sat down on a stone wall in the yardPeering upwards at the blackness of space above, and the bright flickering o..
Sunset on Bodega Bay

Sunset on Bodega Bay

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Arriving just in time, I drop down the hill to the bay belowI watch the pines brace themselves from the sea, looking away to the landWave upon wave th..
The Move

The Move

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Sitting in a chair, a glass of ice water sitting on the floor, my life sits boxed in the corner Each item given away, representing a memory Each ite..
I Drive

I Drive

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds A fading afternoon, ..
The Joshua Tree

The Joshua Tree

A Poem by Jack Worthington


Standing tall on the arid desert floor An ancient young man throws his arms to heaven He can not shout our names but knows us through our brethren ..