‘The Walking Wounded’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
The Walking Wounded The bulk of them are on their phones, of course, Their eyes amused at times, at ...
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‘On the Death of One Too Young to Die’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
On the Death of One Too Young to Die It’s been some years now but the month is still ...
‘Confession’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Confession It’s not so much the telling of my sins (The inner battle stations I’ve assigned To flesh and ...
‘Birdsong’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Birdsong If I might for a moment go all soft And corny; hold in humble hands aloft A simple ...
‘The Roommate’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
The Roommate It’s early morning (morning prayer): I hear Her in her room as now and then she sighs ...
‘Home’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Home I wandered lonely, not so much a cloud As more a type of fog, as something cool And ...
‘Sunday Morning in Canada’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Sunday Morning in Canada By all accounts he was a thoroughly Unpleasant man. His wife divorced him and His ...
Absolutely brilliant. The music of your words and the compelling story you have told bring me joy that is so…
Brian, I've been where there are no computers readily available for a few days, but just wanted to acknowledge your…
Two excellent poems. "Sister Act" is an all too accurate description of so many on the Far Left.
Thanks, Paul. This is one of those fascinating linked mythology tales that I love to unearth. I previously published a…
Love the line: 'Fall terror-bound back in the womb'. A thoughtful poem, full of fine imagery and metaphor. Thanks for…
