Published inPoets Unlimited·PinnedThe End of OctoberThe end of October, Leaves orange and red. Three children giggling As the night of the dead Floats on a sunset, all orange and red. Three silly monsters, All fingers and toes, Reaching for candy In greasepaint and bows. A wish made with chocolate, A treat for the crows. Pumpkin…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedImages of Images“In your text’s mirror, Your mirror’s text.” -C.G. — “We are nothing but images of images. Reality, including ourselves, is nothing but a thin and fragile veil, beyond which … there is nothing.” Italian physicist Carlo Rovelli Thank you for being here. A rose is a rose. A nose is a nose. A crow is a bird. A turd is a turd. Thank you for being here. That house over there. There’s something behind it. It hints of things we cannot see. Nevertheless, it is there. The house behind a house. Thank you for being here.John Lennon1 min readJohn Lennon1 min read
Nov 24The HireWanted: a female woman who will sit with me for one hour. We’ll talk. Fee negotiable, depending on the conversation. On second thought… Wanted: a female woman who will sit by me for an hour and she’ll be smart and funny and I truly believe the time and money is well spent indeed.Love1 min readLove1 min read
Nov 19Ceasefire Now!!!Mr. Mayor, honorable council members, I am Jeffrey Field, a resident of Las Cruces residing at 2500 West Picacho. I’m here today to advocate for a ceasefire between Israel and Palestine, two nations that have been in conflict for decades. …Israel3 min readIsrael3 min read
Nov 18Nipping at TaboosOnce shrouded in secrecy, now nipples speak with bravery. No longer shamed or made taboo, these little peaks now fearlessly ensue, to challenge norms that once confined, and embrace the beauty they define. (Pi wrote it, I edited it.) Built-in nipples, also known as the nipple bra, stands to break our…Breasts2 min readBreasts2 min read
Nov 14In DeepWill I ever see you again? Misty dreams of red rain falling down on cities, towns, poison seeping down, always down. Will I ever see you again? I sit (animation suspended) beneath a most peculiar barrier, this invisible wall I made for myself, a prison of my own making. Will…Entrainment1 min readEntrainment1 min read
Nov 13How to Talk to PiThe following is an excerpt wherein I grow tired of Pi’s politeness. — You’re very welcome, Jeffrey! It was fun to chat about poetry with you. I hope you keep writing and sharing your work. If you ever want to chat about poetry or anything else, I’m always here for you. 😊 Thanks for being here for me. :) No problem at all…Eliza5 min readEliza5 min read
Oct 27I Ask AI to Critique My PoemThe poem… My Words Move Like the Sea Drowning in dreams beneath a maddening sky, my rudder resting lightly upon the ocean floor, the now-dead God mocks the living. Is it any wonder Van Gogh sliced off his ear? Is it any wonder Nietzsche lost his sanity? …AI3 min readAI3 min read
Oct 24My Words Move Like the SeaDrowning in dreams beneath a maddening sky, my mouth bone dry, my rudder resting lightly on the ocean floor, the now-dead God mocks the living. Is it any wonder Van Gogh sliced off his ear? Is it any wonder Nietzsche lost his sanity? …Suicide1 min readSuicide1 min read