We all know that athletes get highlight reels every week so we can see the coolest plays in a given sport in case we missed them. Well, I thought I’d show some love to the sportsmen/women of word-smithery. Anyone who’s read my work before is fully aware that I’m consumed (and possibly obsessive) over the … More Top 10 (Word) Plays
I’m wedded to Words, yes I’m smitten with love But like any such marriage, we fight Sometimes it gets tense, and push comes to shove As they shout, “Don’t give me your bullshit tonight!” Of course that’s unfair, Words just don’t understand Just like any ole husband or wife Its worked to the bone, this … More Editing Sucks (but Marriage is Great)
Come sit for a moment, just lend me your ear. I want to be honest, no matter how I appear. The things that I say may not at first be so clear, but as you continue to read they should soon seem sincere. I’ll put this quite simply; my words are austere. The things on … More UNITY
I’m on a lifelong mission, I’d be remiss not to admit But every now and then I say enough of all this shit Why don’t I let my fixed hair down and pour myself a drink? You know what? Let me take that back. I’ll pour several, I think Tonight I shall forget the … More Lighten TF Up
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
The sand, the dirt, the grass, the trees The sticks, the stones, the light, the breeze The things this world has made for me Have warmed my heart and set me free I look at the stars as I rest on my knee They twinkle and spark, this light that I see I gaze at … More My Life
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
91 At 91, Gladys sips bourbon from her grandmother’s floral teacup. It’s eleven in the morning. The teacup shakes slightly in her veined, big-knuckled hand. The saucer clinks several times as she sets it down. She’s given up reading the newspaper because her eyes are shot and she feels reading glasses are gauche. Instead of … More 91 (A Short Story by Josh Jones)
My love. My all. Such memories do we share. Memories such as the times we’d awaken to the sun’s shimmering rays darting through the window, on those soft linen sheets as you’d rollover, greeting me with the morning’s first kiss. Memories of your fingers gently gliding, cusping the back of my neck, holding me as … More Letter to My Lost: 1
It’s a fabulous night for a moon dance That’s what the stars shall say Twirl to my arms, they’re before you Awaiting to sweep you away Spinning in circles, directions unknown Its just you and just me on this floor Forget all the things on your conscience As tonight we both dance on the shore … More The Perfect Evening
How the World Should Work 