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 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
Jeffrey FieldThe Power of WordsImagine, you’re in your favorite chair, thinking about the time you pantsed that guy, and suddenly you chortle and beer drips out your…Jul 24Jul 24
Jeffrey FieldYour Face Looks Like an EggIf you have an oval face your head is shaped like an egg. Has anyone ever told you your face looks like an egg?Jul 18Jul 18