nj coleman : Writing

Yourself, No Longer

Yourself, No Longer

A Poem by nj coleman


Reflections on life's journey
It took forever for the hot water to get up to my room

It took forever for the hot water to get up to my ..

A Poem by nj coleman


inspiration can come from the most mundane things. Not getting hot water for about 3 minutes brought out my inner Holden Caulfield. I'm not kidding...
I, Rarely

I, Rarely

A Poem by nj coleman


Saturday morning thinking about things I don’t understand
My Wicked Words

My Wicked Words

A Poem by nj coleman


The art of editing, everyone’s favorite task. Ugh!
The Two Red Chairs

The Two Red Chairs

A Story by nj coleman


Meeting someone at the two red chairs
F**k Your Prayers and the NRA

F**k Your Prayers and the NRA

A Poem by nj coleman


to the scumbag politicians in bed with the NRA
Petrified Rust

Petrified Rust

A Poem by nj coleman


hollow and hardened
Love is the Storm

Love is the Storm

A Poem by nj coleman


the fierceness of love
Floating Through Eden

Floating Through Eden

A Poem by nj coleman


the promise of heaven...and heaven lost
With Colours Gone

With Colours Gone

A Poem by nj coleman


reflective poem