Category Archives: poetry
You, too.
You, too, understand why disappointment happens after accomplishing life’s dreams. Lonely.
Black History Month. Author #12: Saeed Jones
[Every day for the month of February, I will post a brief write-up of a Black author and links to some of their books. Please click the links in the text to find copies of their works.] Saeed Jones is … Continue reading
Death of an Artist in B-flat
Sorry was enough. Apologies rejected. No forgiveness haunts.
Black History Month. Author 2: Sapphire
[Every day for the month of February, I will post a brief write-up of a Black author and links to some of their books. Please click the links in the text to find copies of their works.] Sapphire is an … Continue reading
Nostradamus Never Lied
January girdled destinyas a humbling must.The left was never rightafter wandering Jordan desert with untuned organs failingduring a farewell concert. He reassured.I followed. You’ve been here. You’ve been here. You’ve been here before. The third and final Cave Prophecyentered orifices manifesting stigmaand loneliness, challenging faithand … Continue reading
Recognition
New poem by Stephen Earley Jordan II. “. . . who am I if you are the lord of lords in disguise. . . ” Continue reading
Plato’s Cave
After I requested permissions, and permissions were granted, I set foot into the cave. The darkness was swallowed by heat and honey, aloe and chants in indistinguishable, unwritten (yet familiar) languages– We spoke in tongues with soft, brittle edges burned … Continue reading
An Island Haiku
softly coquis cry electricity is gone estamos bien
Accepting Love
Love can never be unlearned when it’s always unreturned; And the only thing you yearn, (reciprocal and well earned), is to never feel heart burned. We, fools, truly can’t discern if it’s the heart or book-learned.
Hurricane Malady #2
I could tell you about the wind and how it howled like a motherfucker in my ear with sweet mother tongue music, conjuring those that came before to protect from events soon to happen before me. But it didn’t start … Continue reading
Calming the Natives 