Phillip Jordan

That photograph look could be a Bob Ross painting along the green chain walk New pathways my sons and their friends created among the oaks and beeches are old tracks, my brother and I along with friends once rambled, played football, fought, drank, preambled having a laugh Still that hurricane of ’87 blows me away invasive brambles have overgrown where trees once … [Read more...] about Franks Park, By: Phillip Jordan

I witnessed a sacrifice feeling so nice more of a relief. I now have a belief in… Birds, one held back for the other to follow into a beyond which had them swallowed Forget missing links too late to think beyond openings about to close. Tears flooded paradise breathe your breath inside a hollowed-out disembarkation Exhaling new found admiration for now eternal sun … [Read more...] about Neverlost Everlasting, By: Phillip Jordan

Flyby trees through misty musings someone is looking shifty will I reach the skies at 350 years of age as the rings inside skip to the last page A forewarning morning chat for the birds on deathly leaves in around through a dusky autumn crown far away what was said waking half dead with dread from discomforts pit Syd Barrett where am I now? Pussy willow felled to a … [Read more...] about Arborvitae, By: Phillip Jordan

Stethoscope ears for a heartbeat like the flick of an apparent apparition on my shirt cuff’s cusp I know I felt while our perceptions closedI like melancholy and the fraught as much as I like joy and folly these are interiors that cannot be repainted wallpapered or bricked up for the sanctuary in one’s imaginationApprehensions calculated remotely not in an underground facility … [Read more...] about Skeptical Believer, By: Phillip Jordan