FiNDiNG AN OUTLET; CATCHiNG ONLY TiGER’S EYES. PROMiSE OF BREAKFAST.
By jAKE RiCHARDSON14 days ago in Poets
WE ARE WEATHER, NOT HAND GRENADES, WiTH AN ABRUPT FADE... SUBTLE WADES THROUGH AN OXYGEN-HYDROGEN HAZE. AT LEAST TWO OF US ONE
By jAKE RiCHARDSON19 days ago in Poets
“…iT’S BEEN A LONG DECEMBER.” “NOT ANY LONGER THAN LAST DECEMBER, RiGHT?” “31 DAYS…AN iCE CREAM AMOUNT, AM i RiGHT?” “THAT’S A TERRiBLE…JOKE?”
By jAKE RiCHARDSONabout a month ago in Writers
(YET) ANOTHER…BAD…CREATiON. ANOTHER BORDERLiNE CREATiON. ANOTHER BRiLLiANT CREATiON. ANOTHER BETTER CREATiON? ANOTHER BAD CREATiON.
By jAKE RiCHARDSONabout a month ago in Poets
BiRDS ON A WiRE? iN SPiTE OF WARMER WEATHER? BONES ON 'THE' WiRE?
By jAKE RiCHARDSON2 months ago in Poets
SUNRiSE iN BOTTLE; SHiPWRECK-SAFE ON NO-MAN'S SHELF? ANOTHER DAY...FOUND.
HAiKU-FiRESiDE CHAT: FiRECRACKER FUMES FEEBLE... COFFEE-BLACK BACKBONE.
ARE MY BEGiNNiNGS ALL GONE; TOO MANY MiDDLEGROUNDS FOUND LACKiNG? A BLUE BORN OF AN ORANGE HACKED…BLACKENiNG LiKE A COALMiNERS’ SOLES…RELAXiNG.
