All Work From Jason Sears

The Myopic

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:53:11 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

A man stands over his bathroom sink, Balancing two, truthful sliver On the tips of his outstretched fingers. He gazes blearily into the sheet of Polished glass before him, And gingerly se...

Haiku. To Eternity

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:34:31 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

The world was the past,And I will be the future.Focus is present.

Haiku. Selfish Deception

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:33:59 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

Many enemies,Closer than my dearest friend,Lie within my mind.

Haiku. Ultimate Beginning

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:33:40 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

My ultimate endWill be the realization Of my cherished dreams.

Haiku. Probabilitas In Extremis

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:34:15 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

My faith grows strongeras seemingly supposed thingsbecome evident.

Haiku. Faith In Sight

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:34:47 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

A blind man walking,Without verification,Manages to walk.

Haiku. Bellybutton

Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:33:16 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

This small, useless hole,The scar of my crying birth,Can still be my life.

A Fire Dancer .Villanelle.

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 01:12:26 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

She shines past others like a ruby solitaire And she stands a pillar against sullen skies. Her dance is weightless when she imbibes night air. Red silk and cream laces float to a flare As able ...

The Opera House

Thu, 31 Jul 2008 22:52:56 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

I strolled from the opera house beaming And was met by a man. He was an old man He had only three black teeth I could see in his face He wore too little for the cold He smelled like a sub...

Tired With Black . White

Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:38:47 -0700

Jason Sears published a new piece under Poetry:

She holds her life in calloused hands As she locks her apartment door—once, and again, Then clasps her fingers towards her rib cage in retreat. She moves alone through empty rooms Towards...