The Mason He picked up a red brick Brushed it off and placed it on the wet cement. He had sweat on his brow that Drip dripped. His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt Were a good choice that frigid morning But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun. He still stacked because ifContinue reading “The Mason”
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Sleep, my friend
Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”
the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection
the drain sings lovely some of us lose all the time time after time until our true colours have bled out and we start to see things in black and white question on which side our shadows cuddle light which sun offers up a tanned braising against a weak pale puffed burning eagerly theContinue reading “the drain sings lovely -Morality Collection”
Frayed Ends- Morality Collection
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends- Morality Collection”
When Feelings Collide with Words
She came And She went She Left. She never Said Goodbye I Meeean I Said It To Her From Behind But With Her Back Turned To Me I Didn’t Have Much Confidence That We Would Meet Again Like If I Got To Say It To Her While Looking In Her Eyes And I’m Just GoingContinue reading “When Feelings Collide with Words”
Happy Thanksgiving
Over here at Jayne.press we are thankful for those who step out and write the things that make their heart race and their palms sweat. Cheers to all and Happy Thanksgiving from us to you.
Geoff Blanchett
Gracie at the Siege of Troy Upon the battered shores of Troy did Gracie arise from the lapping waves. As the armies of Agamemmnon charged the walls, Gracie followed in their wake, the marks of her claws in the sand the only trace of her path, her triangular head split wide in a grin, herContinue reading “Geoff Blanchett”
Who are we?
Welcome to Jayne’s A place where you can be human. Our Mission The mission of Jayne.Press is to inspire growth and respect real life content within New England. Jayne.Press will continue to find ways to increase in community to create a place for writers to be paid for their craft through writing real life experiences, using creativeContinue reading “Who are we?”
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