Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Sprain A journey that makes bodies sore, one step by one wiggling step When the bone does not quite line up, worse than a sprain, what can be done But keep moving, footstep by aching footstep. JD DeHart is a Continue reading Sprain by JD DeHart
Differ They say we celebrate the differences but motions seems like they are wrought in fear They say we melt together as a mass but let us stand as figures of love in moments of strength. JD DeHart is a Continue reading Differ by JD DeHart
Gorgeous Face full of wondering at its own beauty, strangely How we see the girl standing before her own image, about to drown in fantasy Some of us prefer to focus elsewhere and do more than practice walking. JD DeHart Continue reading Gorgeous by JD DeHart
Bitty Stripes Along the measure of clear skin, a bit of stripe appears; at first, there was furious wiping More stripes revealed with each moment with each swipe Now he hunkers in the high reeds, looking carefully, embracing himself. JD Continue reading Bitty Stripes by JD DeHart
Crappy Little Poems I dot out my crappy little poems in journals on napkins in submission boxes Some see light while others expire but I keep letting them trip into the world Hoping they know how best to land. JD Continue reading Crappy Little Poems by JD DeHart
Trim A neat trim clipping away itchy edges goes too far Taking a bit of my identity, watching my personality spiral down the sink I almost refuse to turn on the spigot and wash it down. JD DeHart is a Continue reading Trim by JD DeHart
Embrace Throw arms around your fate, I’m told, but I fight back, chew at the sound of placid philosophy, push back to well-meaning greeting card platitudes, Ask again. JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Continue reading Embrace by JD DeHart
The Type I don’t have a type she says before encasing them all in hardened ice, before pinning them with harsh gaze, before swirling their minds with her laughter, then slipping away, siren unaware of her music. JD DeHart is Continue reading The Type by JD DeHart
Heart Strings Tug here, a pull there, the mind animates, life throws over into full dull thrumming, the engine of creativity starting over again, Tug here, a story unfolds like a manuscript on a kite string, like a metaphor walking Continue reading Heart Strings by JD DeHart
Take Care Do not step in too many puddles, watch your step, when you write, change the names, it is exhausting always reaching for high marks, so make the measure cautious, tentative, Do not take advice from people who are Continue reading Take Care by JD DeHart