Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...brought to life by the games of lights..."
"...She walks a shaded woodland path..."
"...Death may wait for Another day..."
"word comes down from the North..."
"...only if we want to know..."
"...Just how often can that woman truly be washing her hair?..."
"...in a world where words are woven like tapestries...
"...Standing there I could feel the slip of time..."
Stephen Jarrell Williams writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn. He can be found on Twitter at papapoet.
"...Others own the sky and sulk..."
"...as long as I had you next to me..."
"...the invisible women surviving on our own..."
"...The blood on our hands is not a metaphor..."
"...the sad man of the leafy suburbs..."
"...Oozed into the fissure of perceptual isolation..."
Salim Yakubu Akko, World Voices Magazine
"...the infinite possibility of knowledge..."
"...Things can
"...Would your life be the same?..."
"...the ambivalences of seeking spiritual guidance..."
"...Night is deep in the sounds of the locked abyss..."
"...the many meandering rivulets heading far downstream..."
"...travel the Distance in your Mind...."
"...I watch the driveway every day..."
"...I had to do something, since no one else was..."
"...I don't get it, economists, please..."
"...She
"...he grieves fled youth by the wreck, gaunt-grim..."