Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
In Search of America 1975 – Hitchhiking Tales When I was young And foolish Broke and stubborn I hitchhiked across the USA Started in Salt Lake City Where my greyhound bus pass Was stolen The station manager Could have helped Continue reading In Search of America 1975 – Hitchhiking Tales by Jake Cosmos Aller
It is a Gun Situation, Mr. President Mr. President You are wrong once again You said that the tragic events in Texas And Las Vegas were not “gun situations” But rather were mental health problems And that in Texas if Continue reading Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller
Lost and Found I was lost And you found me You walked out of my dreams And into my life And that made all the difference In the world As you entered my life I was all alone in this Continue reading Five poems by Jake Cosmos Aller