Poetry by Jeeni

So now, if upon closer inspection You’ve come to realize that your selectionWas far worse than unwise,Remember you bought it ...

I savor words that slip and slide over the tongue like dangling participlesthat linger and sliver,tumble and runwith spicy words ...

I’ve been mulling about this for days how to put all of my gifts into this one poemthat tsunamis the ...

Video of the Ukrainian man holed up in the steel factory with hundreds of others,knowing his life is numbered in ...

You proclaim this war is all about profits. All wars are about profit! All politicians are corrupt! Everything is black ...

Sizing up the couple in front of me in the checkout line,their basket piled high with junkI’d sooner die than ...

When the light left you, the gray face framed in sheets became the mummy of Akhenatennot the gentle father we ...

November 7, 2023 When I am overcome with the frivolity of complaints I once called painand what once instilled such ...

It was the week before Christmasand all through the housethere wasn’t a sound‘cept for that damn mouse. Then out in ...

Who taught us to game time withhold the gift of it as punishmentas if it was inconsequential sand to be ...

You might say she stitched her life in a loose-wove cloth Examined closelyyou can see the flawszigzagging where it should ...

3AM… when we are literally sick and tired,we turn back, and see others running behind uswith a bit more energy,hands ...

I am an idealist - who listens to me?You’ve already formed your own indisputable opinionof who should come first. There’s ...

Maybe she was six or seven,judging by the eye level of her mother’s dresser.Fingering the tear-drop glass shapes,nestled in a ...

While you were snickering and sniveling,palms circling together in sinister delight, as you yelped, Gotcha again, libtard! While regurgitated liesslithered ...

That summer I left my childhood behind.Grandma arrived in her ancient Oldsmobilegiant sugar cookies nestled in tissue paperin a Poughkeepsie ...

Posted a selfie of the two of us (Would that be an us-ie?)Kept looking at your face in the photoSomething ...

I wear this poet’s coarse cloak as a humble servant of truth. Poetry cannot manifest in deceit,and those who wield ...

adventure: an exciting or unusual experience that usually involves risks. “Best wishes on your new adventure!”friends called out from their ...

It felt like biting into an unripe persimmon.The furry fuzzies curling my tonguenot at all what I expected. Flying into ...

He put his hand on mine as he often does just before we end the day. And then the cat ...