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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
The Thing in the Sky (1)
Sand stuck to skin from sweat. I kicked up grains of sand onto the backs of my legs and arms during 100- and 200-meter sprints. I exercised along the beach then repeated it, walking—a personal workout routine to build my … Continue reading
Grown Past You. . .
Life is about change. Years ago, I left a company that gave me security and started to work for myself again. Again. I forgot I’m aging. I forgot how daring I used to be and the older I get, I … Continue reading
El Yunque Hike (revised)
I anticipated chimpanzeesrhythmically swinging from trees,belching intimidating grunts;I anticipated multicolored parrotsswooping over the canopy of treesas vigorous and refreshing rain massaged our bodies,keeping us composedand soon run for shelterunder oversized palm leaves. El Yunque was still,and the sun mocked usas we hiked.“No one can … Continue reading
Derek
I wanted to write a poem about Derek, but it would probably be a waste of time. Derek was my first boss when I was 15 years old working at a university pharmacology lab. I wanted to write about how … 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.
Upon Realizing My Uncle is a Pedophile
After my best friend left, and we were in the clear, my uncle asked, “Is she good?” My friend was 15. I was 16. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s nice. . . Why?” I responded. “No,” he responded. “I mean, in … Continue reading
Calming the Natives 