Anxious rhythm beat, I paint and write to no end, Peace and a still breath.
Three beats and silent, Sit on top of the world, Watch the mountain grow.
A 50 ounce beer, Rest in Peace my long lost pal, So many miss you.
Donnie dropped the comb into the gold plated bathroom sink again for what felt like the billionth time. “FUCK!” Donnie screamed in frustration. Donnie hated how the stubby fingers on his tiny hands could never get a firm grip on anything they tried to hold. He fished the comb out of the sink bowl andContinue reading “Donnie’s Daddy, A short story by James J. Jackson, Jr.”
Gentrification is a cruel truth to hear. We are all guilty.
Flash, back to “simple times” and a lie of self. Add here, nostalgia.
We have been lied to. Medicine neds to feel good. Money is evil.
Supress emotion and soon anger will rise, Anger is hot coal.
Making me nervous, People fear democracy, Why? Don’t fear truth.
Syrian children Are the new ones set to die, Tradgedy, ignored.
Riots in the street No not for our civil rights, for a dollar off.
A painting and a Photograph hang on the wall, Both are all you have.