I can’t shake off this furious anxiety That thwarts my breathing, to Shallow repetitive beats, Obscuring My capacity For normal thoughts, And when I wondered why those Intermittent perturbances Should even be? The question Answered itself. Image… Read More ›
And they come to tea
Uninvited
Fondling my fragile china cups
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.
A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
But me
A fool With an iPhone, Is delusional If he imagines, A snap of the moon with a minuscule shutter, Will capture the enormity of this Striking ornament. It won’t, of course, But it lets God know I care. And if… Read More ›
A random muscly guy turned, Lit a little by the beer and disco lights, Asked me, What happened to your face? Teen boys in stained white suits Laughed Hard faced girls Giggled into cupped hands. Not the first time… Read More ›
I can live for two months on a good compliment.Mark Twain — AJ Cujo (@VistaJake) October 9, 2015
A Different Country 