by Jamison Jacobs | | Love
He came and she left.For a minute he thoughtShe was in the bathroom.But then glancing around,Nothing of her remainedHe had finishedclosed his eyes andthought for just a moment.Looking back hemay have fallen asleep.Surely there must be a note.Something.A more thorough...by Jamison Jacobs | | Love
If we were to clasp ourHands togetherThey would form a unionSometimes when I Hate youI reach for your handYour warm palmPressing against mineMy raging mindSoftensMy heart feelsYour beatI feign a smileMy heart conspiresWith youA few more stepsThe air dancingAboutWhat...
"Poetry is as strong now as it was hundreds of years ago. Kendrick Lamar is doing the same things that John Donne did. One of these we love, the other we get traumatic experiences from High School Lit. We might hesitate to call Lamar’s work “poetry” because it brings to mind old dead white men and incomprehensible Middle English, but the mechanics of poetry are all there.
Rhyme? Yep. Meter? Uh huh. Stanzas? All there. Heck, I would make the argument that sophistication is not even a prerequisite to poetry. “Twinkle Twinkle”? Poetry. “F*ck the Police”? Poetry."
Kevin Chen