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November 21, 2022
"Mes de los Muertos"

Articles by Jack Henry



[Poem]

Poem

organic chemistry (2019-12-02) poem unrhymed

Jack Hnry lives in seclusion in the high desert of SE California amongst the tumbleweeds and creosote plants. During short breaks from drinking, camping, hiking, working, dreaming, sweating, chasing, and sleeping he writes the occasion poem.

unwashed mirror (2020-01-20) poem unrhymed

"...every soul has two sides; not every secret is so simple..."

a bringer of death (2020-02-17) poem unrhymed

"...i am not one to walk in a world of profundity..."

anxiety (2020-03-16) poem unrhymed

"...'how much time?' i ask..."

a crowded mid-town bus around noon (2020-04-13) poem unrhymed

"...she is not talking to me..."

arise (2022-01-17) poem unrhymed

"...with the pain of a thousand lies..."

dawn (2022-02-14) poem unrhymed

"...where the warmth of that memory..."

idiom (2022-03-14) poem unrhymed

"...longing for the print edition of Los Angeles Times..."

falling down (2022-04-11) poem unrhymed

"...sirens sound in the distance..."

marker (2022-05-09) poem unrhymed

"...no longer see past shadows that linger across treetops..."

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