Jones' Junk Drawer

I am going to provide a disclaimer before reading this one. As I have matured as a person, some of my writings have also matured. This...

I began to write, both this and all other writing endeavors, because my high-school English teacher once told a younger me, “Your writing...

“Miss, Jess!” a reporter from the back row shouted as I was in the middle of presenting, “can you please explain a little more about what...

The life of 14 and 16-year-old brothers is about what you’d expect. One of them just started high school and the other one was a sort of...

Croaking. Splashing. There are trees all around. Straight on–Bark, Above–Leaves. In the in-between, A precious, personal pond. Mirky....

This poem may not make sense. The structure is fragile, but poetry makes me smile. The core of a good joke. The structure is fragile, so...

I had a strange day yesterday. So strange. I saw a cat run through the field to catch nothing. No mice appeared nor anything to catch,...

Each day was the same for him. He would wake up, grab the book, and head to the shop. He was diligent in his reading. He was a structured...

Tears drop slowly Not as the rain falls fast onto the willow Listen to the rain make its melody Pleasantly onto the willow tree The tree...