Author Archives: jonwolston

Thank you for the gifts of life with you. May I appreciate in full the beauty of our path together. Thank you for your crimson understanding. May I accept myself as well as you do. Thank you for the violets … Continue reading →

A young man who signed on at Petco had trouble there from the get-go. He buggered a parrot, three chimps and a ferret before he was finally let go.

Longfellow gave a loaf of bread to every hungry beggar. One day Bakunin stopped by at noon. He’d escaped from Siberia and stayed till almost midnight, anxious to possess an autograph of Washington.

Archipelagos of decadent blue moguls force me to labor.

Pushing Sister Pat down the wheelchair ramp so fast made even God smile.

Tilting their black heads two crows in a copper beech spy on our green yard.

Under the maples an army of mayapples marches through violets.

Inching past the lynching I sucked it up turned away and hugged a rocky wall. I chose to console the living, clutch my young red badge and crawl.

Even at half-mast his veins stuck out like cables on the Brooklyn Bridge.

It seems a long stretch for this tired old bloke since I last kicked my heels up or let alone spoke. Tomorrow I’ll locate scrawny children in tatters! I hear what you give is what really matters.