PinnedJeffrey Field·May 30, 2018God Calls Me MeshugaSeven years later and I’m starting to believe HimA response icon3A response icon3
PinnedJeffrey Field·Sep 30, 2025Life Itself But Why Trains?This train thums beneath me, a steady pulse, iron on iron, loss lingering in the air, sharp as the whistle’s cry. Still, this train is…
PinnedInPoets UnlimitedbyJeffrey Field·Feb 17, 2016The 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.A response icon2A response icon2
PinnedJeffrey Field·Oct 3, 2021Images of Images“In your text’s mirror, Your mirror’s text.” -C.G.A response icon1A response icon1