Michael JonesI Used to be a JugglerI used to be a juggler, but I quit to be a clown. I thought if I could paint my face, it would cover up the frown.Jul 71Jul 71
Michael JonesHow many ways do you want me to say no?Should I take out a full-page newspaper ad, or would a cryptic message in the personals do? Should I post in on a billboard, or fly it on a…Jun 20Jun 20
Michael JonesThe garbage truck comes on ThursdayI shake the sarcophagus in the attic heat. A lifeless rustle of paper and desiccated cardboard gives a hint of what lies sealed inside that…Jun 19Jun 19
Michael JonesPoised on the ThresholdI’m on the brink — I’m prepared to depart, and yet, I hesitate, wondering why I stand here, taut, like a spring overwound…Jun 14Jun 14
Michael JonesAnalog ManNo digital magic flows from my hand; I’m an old-fashioned soul; I’m an analog man. A one and a zero are still ten to me. There’s no random…Jun 13Jun 13
Michael JonesIt’s just the fishI work my way up the run, stealthily, in a crouch, so as not to cast a shadow as I whip my tapered line toward that ripple in the sun…Jun 12Jun 12
Michael JonesFly fishing in AmericaI have a box of caddis flies, vacation time and clear blue skies. I’ve packed my waders, vest and creel, My boonie hat, my rod and reel.Jun 121Jun 121
Michael JonesIn the bubble…I woke up in a bubble, and it felt pretty nice – all my friends from afar were with me…Jun 11Jun 11
Michael JonesMy friend the SasquatchI went out and got a Sasquatch To combat the noise pollution When my neighbor threw a party — For that seemed the best solution.Oct 3, 20238Oct 3, 20238