Tag Archives: poem
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
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 