New poem
Museum of Memories
The fog of memory. Lost in mind is time. Drifting around are moments gone. I recall bits and pieces of days gone. A museum of memories in my mind. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171 http://threadbeast.refr.cc/K2TGJ8G Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 […]
When Words Fail…
I see the stars. I see the trampoline. I hear your voice in the dark. I feel your skin between my fingers. I think so much of what could have been. I imagine us now if there had been more to us then. I loved you then and maybe I […]
Caged Love
As the last ray of light hits the horizon I see you in my dreams once again. My hands shake like they did those many years ago in your bedroom. Have I ever loved anyone as I loved you then? Please consider the Following: https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87 https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography http://patreon.com/jason29171 Podcast: […]
Short Stories
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Summer
Summer sky heat is high, shorts are low and the tide is coming in. We sit beneath a vacant sky sun like a fierce smile looking down at me, sand everywhere like places you may not see.
Jason Whitaker 