Jed Myers — The Monarch Review
Break-In – Jed Myers
Thursday, October 13, 2011 13:13 — 0 Comments
Lodged in the deck door jamb, that vertical
A Nameless Guest – Jed Myers
Monday, June 13, 2011 14:09 — 0 Comments
It becomes more difficult to remember
On the City Trail – Jed Myers
Monday, May 16, 2011 14:17 — 0 Comments
As we pass, the broken ones’
He Writes – Jed Myers
Monday, February 14, 2011 14:59 — 0 Comments
The pentametric voice—it can oppress. A sonnet speaks to timelessness, but you and I have less breath and time than this.
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
