The Tourist’s Camera poetry by Kris Jordan (c) 2018 I find cameras utterly unreliable It can’t snap the depth of the Grand Canyon Nor how it brings goosebumps to my skin when the wind blows Nor how my mind wonders if I am truly seeing into the past Questioning what I’ve been taught and what […]
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Becoming independent has been my journey lately. This morning a simple Facebook meme had me emotional. It read: “Your independence comes from knowing who you are and being happy with that. You have to learn to trust yourself.” What made me cry is that I have been working on independence, but never as much as […]
Read moreThis morning I wrote a Facebook post and used the hashtag #AndNotOr. It felt really good because I am one of those people who had ingrained in me a black and white mentality. Things were often one way or another. Or, maybe I made them that way because the land of gray was just too […]
Read moreCandace looked over at the passenger riding in her car. Her best friend, Ivory, had the same long blonde hair as she, but thinner, prettier features. Candace’s round face had never been something she liked, but rather caused her to watch beauty tutorials on how to apply shading to give her a more defined jawbone, […]
Read moreProse by Kris Jordan Theirs was the worst kind of love. Dreamy and hopeful, sad and primarily one sided. He saw all her good and accepted her bad. And her bad looked like her passed out on the bathroom floor, her kid alone in her room, again. It was the nearest objects being hurled at […]
Read moreCheater Poem by Kris Jordan Poetry (c) 2016 Cheater How do I stop the brain and start the heart? I’m not present as I kiss her lips Don’t feel their softness because I’m not thinking of her The rock in my stomach has me thinking of another Thinking Always thinking I don’t feel her […]
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