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Poem: April Fool

Feasture Photo by Alejandra Quiroz on Unsplash

My poems have never rhymed. Even when I first started writing poetry during my depressed teenage angst years. I wrote this poem in my early 20’s. Near the end of my first torrid love affair after catching my love cheating on me. What better day to share it.

I thought when somebody told me he loved me

I'd feel like the Fourth of July.

So why was it only

April the First

When I finally heard it from you?

© 2016 Jan L. Mayes

April Fool is included in my one and only poetry ebook. Every now and then, I add new poems in a free update to Gossamer: A Poetry Collection (2016).

Jan

Poem: Dream Machines

Feature Photo by David Matos on Unsplash.

I dream of a machine
wired
brain to brain
they hear
exactly what I hear

I dream of a machine
potato head inspired
ears snap off
new snap on
rewired brain

Silence

© 2016 Jan L. Mayes

Dream Machines is included in my one and only poetry ebook. Every now and then, I add new poems in a free update to Gossamer: A Poetry Collection (2016).

Dream Machines is also included in all editions of Tinnitus Toolbox Hyperacusis Handbook (2019).

Jan

Poem: Another Day

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I never imagined
Before you arrived
Of the laughter you’d bring
Or the joy deep inside
Simplicity’s lessons
Of smiles and of love
For the smallest of games
To the hugest of hugs
A trip to the park
Or a crawl down the floor
Bring curious wonders
As you enter new doors
Growing so quickly
Exhausted by night
I miss you already
Keep safe love
Sleep tight

© 2016 Jan L. Mayes

Another Day is included in my one and only poetry ebook. Every now and then, I add new poems in a free update to Gossamer: A Poetry Collection (2016).

Jan

Short Story: Tubsy and the Trauma of Oz

Rated M for mature. May not be suitable for young or sensitive readers.

Zoe sat on her coiled rag carpet holding Tubsy in her arms. Gently feeding Tubsy her bottle of water. Tubsy’s eyes were almost completely closed against her flushed pink cheeks. A bottle always made her sleepy.

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