Tag: poetry

Interview With Jude Neale

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Interview With Jude Neale

I had the great pleasure of being able to interview the very prolific poet, Jude Neale, who is on the cusp of publishing And Now There Is Me.

Old apple tree

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Old apple tree

There is an apple tree
At the bottom of the garden

Words and Swords

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Words and Swords

The battle between words and swords. The infinite power of words pitched against force and violence.

The Cows and the Mud

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The Cows and the Mud

Heavy rain overnight
but the mud doesn’t bother the cows.

Blocking On Words

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Blocking On Words

A tongue-in-cheek description of a common malady

It’s Bizarre

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It’s Bizarre

In memory of Mike Brogden, Professor of Criminology in Liverpool and Belfast, amongst other things.

Reunion Dues

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Reunion Dues

I realized that many people we grew up with or near were never friends. They were just background extras in the journey to adulthood.

winter on mars

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winter on mars

a collection of things easier than communicating

All Ana

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All Ana

Delves into the world of an individual living with schizophrenia, challenging the societal stigma that frames their perception as a curse.

In Search of Rare Earths

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In Search of Rare Earths

On the madness of certain rulers in their search for rare earths at gunpoint.

the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome

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the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome

the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome
my head is reduced to a snow globe

Noon Day Demon

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Noon Day Demon

After is repeated because this is repeated over and over again in the US and elsewhere. Human life does not account for much. Sad but true.

My so called life

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My so called life

A description of how my daily fight through this life feels.

Return to My Asheville

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Return to My Asheville

Jeremy moved to Asheville less than 3 weeks before hurricane Helene hit. 9 months later, he leaves. In this poem he returns, 40 years later.

What Is Life?

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What Is Life?

I exist on earth after my birth, and I am constantly doing something to keep my life going; if I don’t, then it is no longer worth existing.

Silent Letters

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Silent Letters

A short diatribe against the English language.

Living out of a Van

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Living out of a Van

Inspired by a van that is parked in a parking lot I have seen in different sections of my state and it intrigued me to write this poem.