The Weekly Protest – A Message For My Patrons and Followers | James J Jackson on Patreon

The first thing I want to do is announce that I am working on and will soon self publish my first poetry book.  It will be a short chapbook collection of poems and I hope that I can see it sell well in local bookshops and online.  And yes, you will be receiving free copies,Continue reading “The Weekly Protest – A Message For My Patrons and Followers | James J Jackson on Patreon”

The Weekly Protest – Pure Stream of Consciousness | James J Jackson on Patreon

I thought it might be a good idea to just go to town on the page, to let what comes to mind come through my keyboard… Join James J Jackson on Patreon to get access to this post and more benefits. — Read on http://www.patreon.com/posts/50344679

Announcement: Blog Rebranding

I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest. This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people! Patreon also makes itContinue reading “Announcement: Blog Rebranding”

Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block

Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”

Writers Block, A Poem

No ideas, but all the motivation. All the reasons to do it yet no reason at all. Like a marathon, hitting a wall. Just spit it out, Put it on the page! Put it on the Page! Forget if it makes sense, forget the grammar and spell checks. Fuck making sense. Just put it onContinue reading “Writers Block, A Poem”

Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem

Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”