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A Place To Call My Own

A Letter From Isolation #1

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Isolation is a reminder that this is a place to call my own. A place where the only person I have to please is myself. An island. An oasis. A cold breeze blowing across my face at 6 a.m. in the morning as I stand on the front porch, looking into the rest of my life.

These letters will go out on the 30th of every month and recap the prior month of poetry here. As with all of my newsletters, all links in them are friend links, so that anyone can read them for free. Also, the text is just a snippet from the full poem. Click the link to read the whole thing.

The poems will be grouped by month until the end of the year and then I will begin to create some collections. It feels nice to have a place to call my own. Thank you for being some of the first readers.

A place to call my own
a tiny shoebox in the corner of this room
where I can leave my letters to self
and allow them to float together
in harmonic reverie

Highlighted Poems from November


“Even if I don’t drown
I will wash ashore
a pile of brittle bones
a skeleton of what I once was”


“I’m withering away inside of myself
because my instinct is to shrink
to hide and be as small as I possibly can
so for once in my life, just one time,
no one can find me, not even you”

Tumbling Into Oblivion

“Head over heels over body over soul over mouth
but I can’t even scream because I chose this
a selected lurch forward into infinity’s grasp”

Edge of the World

“but I would stand back four feet and peer into the vastness
of whatever is really beyond this singular edge of the world
I would breathe deep and inhale all of my insecurities
and spit them back out as I leap into someplace better”

Broken Nest

“rudderless and lonely
as I weave the nest
so I don’t fall through
and plummet down
into a spiral of despair”

Monthly Note

I published ten new poems in Isolation in its first month. But I also brought back 35 poems that were previously published at From the Poet’s Heart before it folded and left them to become poetic orphans.

Here are a couple of the most popular of the older ones:

Talk To Me

“Talk to me
and tell me you love me
Because all I’ve wanted to do
since the day you left me
was to talk to you
and tell you
I love you
one last time”


“Everything about you
feels like home to me
The way your smell lingers
on my sheets and body
Dusted with your love”

Monthly Quote

“The smallest wound or pain of the ego is examined under a microscope as if it were of eternal importance. The artist considers his isolation, his subjectivity, his individualism almost holy.” — Ingmar Bergman




A place to call my own. Poetry by Jonathan Greene.

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Jonathan Greene

Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene |

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