Tag: Jonathan S Baker

dead and dying poets by Jonathan S Baker

dead and dying poets with regards to Bill Sovern, and also Charlie Newman (who as far as I know ain’t dead yet) everywhere I look        dead and dying poets out on blue highways celebrating another bang up show stalled out along the road but their words are still needed        dead and dying poets cold in …

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2 poems by Jonathan S Baker

The first bit of Trump’s second term as a dream after a spicy late night snack with a glass of milk. I’m an adult, I’m back in the home I grew up in. The place that doesn’t exist anymore and everyone remembers differently. Outside the yard is overgrown and filled with signs, written insults directed …

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Human by Jonathan S Baker

Human A mail carrier, age 45, divorced, living in the midwest, enjoys contemporary folk rock, has a dog, smokes cigarettes, doesn’t drink, susceptible to hypnotic suggestion, full head of hair, blue eyes, 6 foot tall, a bit overweight, kind of jumpy, preoccupied with the fear that he is subconsciously driven by deep seated racial bias, …

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