NECESSARY I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s … More Necessary
Days of old I envy, much realer all these feelings were Now it seems it’s so fast-paced that every day and night’s a blur Heartfelt talks under the stars are now boxed into tiny screens And half the time when she’s not here I can’t tell what the message means Context comes when eyes … More Navigating
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
A damsel in distress she’s not, though nights are all besot with her Affection widely chased more than even gold, frankincense and myrrh Aged better than Venetian wine, smoother than a fine liqueur Treat her as the Queen she is: this maiden we call Literature Sought by many, caught by few, to court her … More Hard to Get
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
Put my whistle to the wind, there’s naught another ‘round Divided is the road I’m on, my choice shall prove profound “Go left,” says he, “Go right!” says she The demons, they’ve misled I ask “which way?” “That way!” They say And so I point my sled Every choice we make is a decision in … More King in all but Name
Sure a catchy title, no? I mean its kind of right Said before, I’m sure it’s so But came to me tonight Some day an agent reading a Submission (one of mine) Will finish it and be like “Shit!” “This author I must sign!” But then the intern (her name’s Pam) Will come … More You Can’t Spell Fame Without Me
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
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
How the World Should Work 