PinnedJeffrey FieldinPoets UnlimitedThe 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.Feb 17, 20162Feb 17, 20162
PinnedJeffrey FieldImages of Images“In your text’s mirror, Your mirror’s text.” -C.G.Oct 3, 20211Oct 3, 20211
Jeffrey FieldTotally UnacceptableDriving. Pedal down. It’s like wagon train of yore… … a long time ago, when everything stopped making sense. Now this train don’t blow…1d ago1d ago
Jeffrey FieldLosing Myself In My PhoneIrene Flores, so caring and concerned. Make you melt. Now meet Peter Campbell. This is all on the phone, mind you.Sep 271Sep 271
Jeffrey FieldSomehow, Some Day, SomewhereI’ve got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb. When I’m a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone…Sep 25Sep 25
Jeffrey FieldHe Calls Me PopsHe’s a bum. Oh, wait… He’s a derelict. Oh, wait… He’s a tramp. Oh, wait… He’s a beggar. Oh, wait… He’s a panhandler. Oh, wait… He’s an…Aug 29Aug 29
Jeffrey FieldNowhere To GoPutting language to pain, pulling the wagon, pushing the cart, dragging my feet, raising the stakes, all or nothing, no going back…Aug 19Aug 19
Jeffrey FieldAs We Sow, So Shall We ReapDon’t call my home a shopping cart, You know damn well it’s not. This cart I push? My life’s parade, My hopes, my dreams, my beating…Aug 8Aug 8
Jeffrey FieldLion in the HouseThis poem was generated in collaboration with Pi, an AI language modelJul 31Jul 31