Poems from JKLindsey

With soft and tender hands, he gently wipes away the leaves of a helpless tree that has shed in the autumn weather, damaging the trunk and...
Evolving with each passing second in a swaddled cloth. Changing under the eyes If they are constantly watched. But if they are left, More...
Individuality Sits at the table of wonders With his friends And eats the androids, The robots, and the clones. He doesn’t use his napkin...
Born in the wake of the storm, she was nurtured by its water and punished with thunder and inherited its temper, striking the innocent and...
My son: Brighter in the summertime, but easier to lose, as the moisture in the humid air makes you slip through my fingers. Such hopes I...