Jo : Writing

an errant thought.

an errant thought.

A Poem by Jo


yes,there is somethingdelightfully delicious inthis denouement,the taboo in you.
unmapped.

unmapped.

A Poem by Jo


Sometimes I feel like I’m forgingroads that don’t existto places that stay unmappedto people who don’t breatheto hearts that never b..
Sounds.

Sounds.

A Story by Jo


An excerpt on a novel that I may write one day...
amuse bouche

amuse bouche

A Poem by Jo


it felt like drowning only i liked it that you were filling my lungs that i couldn’t breathe that i was grasping at your shirt my hands flutteri..
Indicia of a Writer.

Indicia of a Writer.

A Story by Jo


My first attempt at writing something to make people laugh.
a Tete-a-Tete with W. Shakespeare

a Tete-a-Tete with W. Shakespeare

A Poem by Jo


My response to Sonnet 116.
no more standing beneath bridges.

no more standing beneath bridges.

A Poem by Jo


this is a poem I wrote for my friend who texted me a midnight beneath a bridge in London, lamenting over some jerk ex-boyfriend.
I can't stand how our shadows...

I can't stand how our shadows...

A Poem by Jo


I can’t stand how our shadows get tocriss-cross and dance together on the sidewalkbeneath therhythmic suneven thoughI can’t touchyou.
there may have been love

there may have been love

A Poem by Jo


there may have beenlove in the way you stretched my neckand tumbled your hand up my thigh.but love walked out thedoor that day with a pair ofpatent le..
[haiku]

[haiku]

A Poem by Jo


If my words were cups,I’d fill them for us and comeBearing my regrets.

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