jari m

Tag: poetry

  • the feeling of tiding over and wearing thin is one i haven’t felt in a long long while won’t you come celebrate with me this rare opportunity ? whisper to my ears the way you’d keep me still push my pieces together until i see my skin my lids fall and myself as my empty…

  • Bored.

    Spacing and indention and all sorts of words can turn moments into mysteries.

  • Art Recs: Spoken Word

    There are a few things in life that leave me honestly breathless: the suspense of a novel, the progression of a musical piece, the unabashed movements of a singular person. And there’s spoken word poetry, which leaves me breathless not once or twice, but all throughout a performance. There’s something so raw and so personal about spoken…

  • Awesome poetry things

    The same hand which wrote Mouvement also wrote Nos fesses ne sont pas les leurs. Brilliant art things, honestly.

  • Paint: 1, Images

    we’ve got nothing else  but to navigate the stars and later, as well become the dust we chase   we are the universe knowing itself .

  • I stand on the brink of a great revolution, in sight of my fearless progeny. This journey leaves me breathless, my mind quivering, my soul reaching, always reaching, as I wait for it to cross my path, like thunder striking the lonely traveler, a I charge to search it, the willful collision of a starving…

  • In Progress

    In Progress

    I haven’t posted anything in a while, mostly because I don’t have anything complete to present to the world. My “In Progress” desktop folder is full of things I can’t seem to finish once I’ve started. I will finish them, though. I promise. 

  • Poetry: Unedited Freeform

    Sometimes we dream of really nice things,  And then we die.  Our body betrays us In the moments we least expect It hides from our hearts And says: We are our own. There are three things that can always be found in mass I have been all and both and some.  It’s very hard to…

  • Prose/Poetry: Memory

    I was in Chuy and Kiko Eatery when this happened. From Pablo C. Bueno’s wake. Dated 11 March 2012 from my pocket journal, unedited.  One The Eternal Adoration A million steps and a thousand falls are etched onto the skin of these floors and walls. Each gentler and rough step, or hesitant footfall (your first step,…