Juggernaut Fury – A Poem
Their juggernaut fury bore then, breakneck, on. Iliad, bk 16, ln 702 A horde of chub, toddling out of time, marching in and out of unbalanced lines. Terror of little lives just recently begun. Anyone with a sense of time sees in these wobbling ankles a rising sun....
Raspberry Pie – A Poem
Bent over raspberry pie, my tongue the taproot of my soul. Gems jammed and canned, sounding themselves in the crushing. Rushing to the world, sweetening the pie. Glorifying snowmelt and sunshine. Tiny sun-run harvesters, wide loads running row on row of wind....
Interview with Author K.M. Weiland – Character Arcs
K.M. Weiland, author of historical and speculative fiction as well as books on the craft of writing, joins us from western Nebraska. Thanks so much for joining us at The Westminster Confession of Funk. It is a real pleasure to be able to ask you a few questions about...
Cherry Bud Haiku
For those looking for the text of the Haiku by Seifu-Jo that I quoted on this week's podcast, here you go. This baby...even when we show him cherry buds... opens eager lips You can find it in the 3rd volume of the Peter Pauper Press collection of Japanese Haiku...
In Spite of Germs – Don Marquis
IN SPITE OF GERMS by Don Marquis Disease, says a prominent scientist, is often transmitted by kissing. -- News item The scientist Will still insist There's danger in romances. And yet the stupid Mister Cupid Keeps on taking chances. Though they affirm A deadly germ...
The Westminster Confession of Funk: The Fulness of Times: A Poem
This poem, ‘The Fulness of Times,’ comes from my 2nd collection Twenty Wild Decembers: Poems on Time. If you are looking for more from the Westminster Confession of Funk, check out my blog hosted by Cross Politic. Check out my books at amazon.com/author/jason_farley....
The Westminster Confession of Funk: Sonnet 130, Love, and Bad Breath
If you are looking for more from the Westminster Confession of Funk, check out my blog hosted by Cross Politic. Check out my books at amazon.com/author/jason_farley. And visit Jovial Press for more. And if you go onto facebook and join the CrossPolitic Family Party...
The Scars of God’s Hands
My soul clung to the dust, now dust clings to my soul. Your life-breath, once blown up the nose of my father, once exhaled in fruit-statutes, once blown across the dry bones until they could get up and dance; breathe life on me. Speak again the six stanzas that climb...
Old Man at the Blueberry Bushes
Blueberry bushes brush bungling hands. Hands heavy with age —quivering unhelpfully— gather taste gushing gems of tang. No rot. No root-break. The ripped branches are simply savaged off by shaking old hands. Hands tired of being bound- back for decades. Held mute by...
Jovial Press ePub
JOVIAL PRESS BOOKS FOR PEOPLE. PEOPLE FOR BOOKS. Here at Jovial Press we write and publish books because we love books and we love people. We believe it is time for another Renaissance. Jovial Press is here to help.
Song of Your Own
SONG OF YOUR OWN People take on the shape of the songs and stories that surround them, especially if they don't have a song of their own. Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys Like the slender-ankled daughters of ocean shaped by the banks that decide their path, we are shaped by...
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