Author: Kris Jordan

How to Cook an Egg: A Poem by Kris Jordan

How to Cook an Egg Poem (c) Kris Jordan 3/2019 Some people don’t know how to cook an egg At least not how to make an egg for themselves They may only know how to make it for their partner Just like they know how to make a perfect cup of coffee for their lover […]

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A Bunch of Lofty Thoughts

Yesterday I was in a very philosophical mood. Sometimes people just put me there. I have been thinking about what’s next in my life journey. Here it is, the end of the year and time to reflect on what transpired the last 12 months and what goals I have for the new year. It is […]

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The Tourist’s Camera 

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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Fear, Freaking the F Out, and Becoming Independent

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 […]

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And Not Or: What Are You Choosing?

This 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 […]

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Candace and Ivory, Prose by Kris Jordan

Candace 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, […]

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Steak and Lobster

Prose 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 […]

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This Small Town

Americana Poetry by Kris Jordan This small town has a shower in the laundry mat. A man, soap on his face and a towel around his waist Walks across the tile towards the change machine for more quarters. “Oh my” says a woman in cut off jean shorts Her foot propped up as she paints […]

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To Show Me You Care, Poem by Kris Jordan

To Show Me You Care poetry (c) 2010 Kris Jordan Reach for me Reach for my hand Keep an open mind Listen Don’t tell me what to do Think of me and show me you did Tease me Wink at me Smile at me Make me laugh and laugh Surprise me Tell me about yourself […]

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The Warrior and the Dandelion Queen Poem by Kris Jordan

The Warrior and the Dandelion Queen Poetry by Kris Jordan (c) 2015 I am a warrior and I will fight for her Her, with the wild morning hair, eyes that haven’t been fogged by hurt, a heart full of wonder, beating in rhythm with me, fully intact.   She need not be locked up in […]

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