Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
One Word Gomez, about to burst a dandelion clock As Lady of the Night blooms In the focus of the full moon. He breathes in the bud of her smile, There is no other woman in his garden. Morticia tames Continue reading One Word by Jeri Thompson
The Color of Night Behind the closed doors of my childhood I have lived my life. In my room, a separate Compartment of safety and solitude From a stormy combination of chemicals, A bubbling brew called “father.” Struggling against the Continue reading The Color of Night by Jeri Thompson
Words to romance me by There are certain words That illicit a tingle in the pants. Everyone has their tastes Mine are simple. He says “I’m horny” and I am there. No matter the hour on the face of the Continue reading Words to romance me by Jeri Thompson
Cerebellum This envelope of skin Contains the ocean’s whisper, the heaven’s bang. In its wisdom or fate The tides and winds scream A Santa Ana winds-of-hell dance Through the canyons of my tenuous cells. The universe of my cortex plots Continue reading Cerebellum by Jeri Thompson
I want ………a Poem To be written about me. To inspire the sort of passion That makes me immortal On a paper page, in a paper book. I want to bleed A river of free-flowing ink. I want a poem Continue reading I want a Poem by Jeri Thompson