Empty phone, blah-blah Transmissions emotion-free Face the music, girl ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen @jvwords
Gleams a private grin She got something good, I see Something just for her ♦… Read the postWoman at Bus Stop Looking Down at Phone
These spring clouds: portals How my mind begins to dwell See me, burn, collapse ♦… Read the postKhaleesi & The Spire
Thunder, a gavel Striking why? Heart’s two hunches: Verdict, or auction ♦ —Jodi Vander Molen… Read the postShe Ponders Weather Alone in Bed
Fast flash of summer Extra space occupied now She summons the snow ♦ —Jodi Vander… Read the postThe Oracle Rejects Her Vision
Stolen cigarette Temporary hazard pay Three drags, snub it out Time for second half Fumble… Read the postDeathbed Haiku (#1-2)
Splitting pills in half Thumb and index finger strong She carries the weight ♦ —Jodi… Read the postAtlas on the Equinox
Your boundless heart for: Small children, little dogs, I Sit alone with bread ♦ —Jodi… Read the postGood Guys
He had a style Kept right on: strumming my pain Not one song for me… Read the postKilling Me Softly Blues
