Poems from Jaywing

I.   Staring at myself in the mirror is unnerving. I think of all the girls on tv: graceful, muscled, beautiful. Somehow they make...
How are you? You ask. Because that is what people like you do: old friends who I once knew, who I once shared a lifetime with. You ask in...
Who are we, in this digital age, but bits of codes and glowing numbers Hiding behind words and pictures, Waiting for an electronic ‘ding’...
I just keep on aching aching aching aching And the wound keeps bleeding bleeding bleeding bleeding And the world keeps on not seeing...
Imagine your emotions walking beside you instead of residing within your stomach or throat or wherever normal people's emotions reside (...