Jake1996Shoveled dirt in their hair, their fingertips. Death was carved into their lungs. Hurrying us into a jagged line, into our 1989 Acura…Jun 2, 2020Jun 2, 2020
JakeRainIt’s cold for this time of year. Your onyx eyes pressed against grayish graying skies —May 17, 2020May 17, 2020
JakeAutumnI know you’ve seen despair because you’ve lived through winter — One voice away from being nothing at all.Sep 29, 2018Sep 29, 2018
JakeAshes Above the DoorJust let your dreams your passions float away until they’re out of your grasp and all you have are wrinkled hands and chlorine burning…Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
JakeHeadstonesWe leave, driving for an hour, stumbling over gravel roads, stopping at every red light, but avoiding blue and white sirens. Returning from…Sep 16, 20181Sep 16, 20181
JakeA Bad PoemA bad poem is a blank page. Or is it a page cluttered with unused words? It’s time you and I spent in the shower quietly bumping into each…Sep 3, 20183Sep 3, 20183
JakeThe WindI’m on the Amtrak line — back to school — Massachusetts — my eyes are heavy with dying skin — the star I’ve seen since I was four starts…Aug 17, 2018Aug 17, 2018
JakeSomethingOn route 208, just before exit 47A that leads you right to the dollar store, there was a deer. The deer couldn’t move. Its family wasn’t…Aug 12, 20182Aug 12, 20182