Jason LadaWhat I want to hearWhen my new girlfriend texted me, “I appreciate you,” I was surprised by how gratifying that was to hear. I realized it was one thing I…Jul 29Jul 29
Jason LadaInto the water againI told my friend Alice that I had a coffee date set up, and I had started describing the lady, when she said: “Oh, Jason. Here you go. Into…Jun 27Jun 27
Jason LadaScattered Practice (a poem)Papers of calligraphy lie strewn, whispers of tenderness inked in black: “She is my life. Did you keep the dried indigo dahlias? Let’s…Jun 22Jun 22
Jason LadaUnread Letter (a poem)The letter is off, gone through the postal veins. My ink-stained fingers slowly lose their marks, yet I feel my voice has left me, now…Jun 7Jun 7
Jason LadaMy Karaoke App (a poem)1299 songs stretch under my profile — “Lovesong” recorded over 44 times. I sing, then the music stops. Notes float unheard, nowhere.May 30May 30
Jason LadaLast burning ember in the nightSmoking has been a complex part of my life, a blend of comfort and struggle. Growing up with two smoking parents, my sense of smell was…May 27May 27
Jason LadaStains (a poem)In the smallness of my room, my pen pauses — so close the walls, so opaque, and the weight of months of your absence presses my breath…May 22May 22
Jason LadaAbout my loveWhen I love someone, I want to be part of their lives. That’s all I fucking want. I don’t see this as unreasonable, but I have spent…Apr 1Apr 1
Jason LadaI was a danger to myselfI checked myself into the first mental hospital I went to. This was back in Nashville, winter, 1998. I was dealing with impulses to hurt…Mar 291Mar 291