John ~ more please ~ here are two from my blog ~ Jim

3 New Poems Thanks to the journal Zeroes Garden for publishing 3 of my new poems: What America Looks Like What the Bible won’t Tell You A Bird zeroesgarden.com/article/p4 -

My novel Retreat—A Love Story is on sale at Amazon for $6.70. That’s 55% off. The novel is about two German lovers separated by war. www.amazon.com/dp/194840323...

Silence and me and Lee Zimmerman

Silence and me and Lee Zimmerman

My life / 7 My mom spent 3 years in a slave labor camp in Germany. She never mourned the Germans who raped & beat her & then were killed by the Americans who liberated the camp When I asked her about this, she said she never mourned bad people.

Bitching is our best friend! Don’t stop!

If a poem needs nurturing hold it closely like a dear friend

If a poem moves you, let is swirl around inside. Just feel it

UPDATE! 🌹🎉 I realize not many people have access to much right now, so I put the eBook version of Beyond The Mark down to the lowest I could on Amazon, which is $0.99 Hope this helps it become more accessible, I'd rather continue the story than make money, so I hope you enjoy! #Fantasy #Author

Bitching is our best friend! Don’t stop!

Everything You’ve Ever Wanted to Know about Me and My Writing My friend the writer @EmilyBabbitt asks me the questions. Check it out. www.emilybabbitt.com/post/q-a-pol... -

I hate to complain but it's so much fun!

My Life in Postmodernism It began back then and then it ended but the end was so much beginning that really I can’t imagine the future without the moment this all ended but ended in a way to suggest the butterfly is father to the man — Huh?

Hope is Our Mother My prose piece about my Polish parents and their hope appears in the great online journal Vox Populi Take a look — voxpopulisphere.com/2025/09/14/j... -

Hope is Our Mother My prose piece about my Polish parents and their hope appears in the great online journal Vox Populi Take a look — voxpopulisphere.com/2025/09/14/j... -

“The truth is that writing is the profound pleasure and being read the superficial.” — Virginia Woolf

If a poem attacks you, don't move. Just listen

The DOJ could make being trans a mental-health issue akin to being "mentally defective," which would ban everyone who identifies as trans from owning a gun. The data on individuals would be collected using sources such as Social Security files and Medicare records. www.cnn.com/2025/09/04/p...

Anytime I see an attempt to address various forms of discrimination and bias in poetry, I know sanism and ableism will go largely, if not entirely, unexamined. Work that's held up as breaking down barriers to other forms of inclusion may actually be sanist, ableist, or both.

Chili? Parties? My pal @authoremilybabbitt is writing about them. Check her out! www.emilybabbitt.com/post/chili-p...

Write Something Stupid Tell me whales are Christian born of a paper God. Tell me 2 is a noun only women can love. Tell me every suicide is a bottle of wine on a cloudy day. Tell me Tuesday is the mother of all hopes. Tell me you love me like a June moon.

Write Something Stupid Tell me whales are Christian born of a paper God. Tell me 2 is a noun only women can love. Tell me every suicide is a bottle of wine on a cloudy day. Tell me Tuesday is the mother of all hopes. Tell me you love me like a June moon.

Zeroes Garden! It’s a new online journal edited by my friend Amit K. Kamila. He published 3 of my poems: What America Looks Like What the Bible Won’t Tell You A Bird Check it out. By the way, they are looking for submissions. zeroesgarden.com/article/p4

As I stand under the trees And still see the world with new eyes On legs preparing for my next adventure Time and the stars The moon and the sun Flow through me like a river We all have come here To gather experiences -- And pay attention to moments of living

As I stand under the trees And twirl like the old man On creaky legs I am Time and the stars The moon and the sun Ignore me as I ignore them We all have come here For the same reason -- To ignore what is not me

RFK, jr asked me to direct the CDC. I told him I was too busy napping. He said, no problem. I could still direct the CDC.

My Life/8 I remember the butchers on division street. Their fingers like bananas. Their knives like wives they beat and raped with joy. One time when I was a kid one of them told me I was a lamb he could slaughter & sell for a buck a pound. My mom smiled & said how about 2?

My mother would fall asleep with the radio on loud enough to drown out the depression which explains my subsequent addiction to nonsense rhymes, and to her other penchant, the bottle of wine, both battles I am winning although the Shipping Forecast still, inexplicably, exists. #micropoetry

My son shooting hoops - Sunday morning in August's simple salvation. #haiku

God of Hope God flooded the earth & killed every one but a handful of people & some goats & sparrows & the people who were left Wept for their brothers and sisters & the children who died & then they asked God For the only gift still left That He could give--Hope

The World After the Fall. — my poem asitoughttobemagazine.com/2013/08/24/s... —

Autumn in Coles County, Illinois the angel beauty of hands husking corn

I’ve published 12 books. Been reviewed in the New York Times. Been blurbed by a Nobel prize winning author, Working on the 6th mystery in my Hank and Marvin series. Spending too much time on twitter

Hunger in the Concentration Camps The online journal Vox Populi published two of my poems about my dad’s experiences in Buchenwald. You can read them by clicking the link. The poems appeared in my book about my parents called echoes of tattered tongues voxpopulisphere.com/2025/08/22/j... -

Hunger in the Concentration Camps The online journal Vox Populi published two of my poems about my dad’s experiences in Buchenwald. You can read them by clicking the link. The poems appeared in my book about my parents called echoes of tattered tongues voxpopulisphere.com/2025/08/22/j... -

Terrific blog by my friend Emily Babbitt about how to make and keep friends. @authoremilybabbitt www.emilybabbitt.com/post/how-to-...

Terrific blog by my friend Emily Babbitt about how to make and keep friends. @authoremilybabbitt www.emilybabbitt.com/post/how-to-...

I’ve published 12 books. Been reviewed in the New York Times. Been blurbed by a Nobel prize winning author, Working on the 6th mystery in my Hank and Marvin series. Spending too much time on twitter

Tomorrow Tomorrow has no answers because we're asking the wrong questions. I sit and write and know my words are the language of caterpillar becoming butterfly.

Tomorrow? It’s a question Today and yesterday Have no answer for. I sit and write And know my words Will be in a language Tomorrow will never Understand

God is in you and me. The Bible is one of billions of books. Life patiently teaches The answers are inside us, not in a book.

Basic Teaching of Jesus The world is full of people who want to fuck you up. Let them.

America has surrendered to Trump and is showing the world what a fool Trump is.

‪God is a mystery to me. ‬ ‪The Bible a puzzle I cannot solve.‬ ‪I wait for death ‬ ‪To give me the answer.‬

Today Today is the friend Who loves you Accepts you Believes in you The same way You do them. We share a path Winding through life For just a moment Until we are gone.

Yesterday Yesterday is the friend Who died of cancer Or Parkinson’s Or a heart attack That would not Stop attacking. She is gone And will only return In our dreams If we’re lucky.

four of my totally inadequate war poems

Poignant words. I'm not sure who disgusts me more, the warmongers, or people like me who allow them to keep making war. 300,000 years of homo sapiens making war, including 150,000 years of guerilla-style warfare with Neanderthals, and what have we learned? How to make perpetual war profitable.