by Jason T. Kocher April 25th, 2009 - Creative » Poetry »
The smell of
rust flavored grass
sand not yet glass
A dew
through hair
moved by dubbed wind
matching my musk
Bare knees
absent mind
unkempt
thoughts
not kept
Two eyes
look back
miss each other
and keep going
We
are
All
Right.
by Jason T. Kocher April 16th, 2009 - Creative » Writing »

Clearly…a butter lamb…
The Book of Me on Easter 2009 translated through a warbly rough Vox Continental.
I awoke that morning…to find the rock rolled away from the entrance to the cave, and my lord Jesus Christ naked, smeared with mud…leaves twisted into bunny ears on top of his head…a half-crazed, half-pained look [...]