Minister’s Daughter? jansmatters.com, July 9, 2025 I appear as a minister’s daughterRather than a person with a pastMy persona ingrainedMy reality a constant clashI act with apparent compassionFilled with a sense of derisionMy actions entrenchedMy passions a constant collision Outside InsideInside OutsideConflict in the depths of perceptionDissonance at the heart of cognitionSleepless nights – restless daysHesitations bred of inhibitionInside OutsideOutside InsideMy passions a constant collisionMy actions entrenchedFilled with a sense of derisionI act with apparent compassionMy reality a constant clashMy persona ingrainedRather than a person with a pastI appear as a minister’s daughter Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Related Essays, Flash Fiction, Poetry identitypersonaPoemPoetry
The Rivers of Babylon July 7, 2022August 13, 2022 By the Rivers of Babylon I sit and weep for another home another time There on the tree I hang my guitar My tormentors bid me to sing their song Hate filled young men with bitter eyes and rifles and assault weapons Popular politicians who profess to be hunting with… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Read More
Waiting March 9, 2024March 9, 2024 As Brendan waited for the A train, the shabby old man on the subway platform caught his attention. Brendan noticed him, not because he was mumbling; not because of his shambling gait; not because of his disheveled and slightly soiled clothes. These are relatively normal for New York City homeless…. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Read More
See the Image May 30, 2025May 30, 2025 Published in the 2024 St. Louis County Library Anthology, incomplete. Here it is in total. See the image reflectedin eyespeering fromtreesblades of grassocean depth Listen to worryingstillnessas quiet aching awarenessgrows for each intelligentbeingFeel sadnessweigh upon your heartas one by onefellow life formsdisappearbecoming memoriesof beautylostfor those of usleft behindSee yourselfreflectedin eyespeeringHear… Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Read More