wait for the sun by the side of the road. past the drama it needed. leaning on the bar, screenplay under arm. there was a moment there to be had. but you waited, which made no difference
How it’s going: past (1)
poetry
New Poems in Downtown Archive!
Pleased to announce the publication of not one, not two, but THREE poems by yours truly, J.E. O’Leary, to the beautiful online journal Downtown Archive. Click through the photos below to read the full pieces. There is more news coming on this front so please keep watch on this space or follow me on twitter to stay on top of all this jazz.
studies in blue (5)
careful
to stay out of the way,
the more i could pretend to be part
of the wall the more that became
an option for me
studies in blue (4)
through the million little
spaces for my fingers
i places the eyes of my mind.
studies in blue (3)
as a tree in my younger days
i danced around tending to things.
a fluff of the pillows here,
a shake of the drapes there.
studies in blue (2)
whole generations feeding it
and no wonder about what will happen to it
after. but to ask if it can feel the earth
is ridiculous. it feels the hot white push from the sky,
and it pulls from underneath,
breaths out steam in the morning air.
studies in blue (1)
every note played
in the morning garden,
a half a snippet of lively air
on the time scale of a tree
studies in white (5)
the walk home
is filled with ghosts
taking notes
studies in white (4)
by the time I took my seat the world had fallen. it took me some time to realize the table, the deliberate walls, the steady rumbling underneath. yet I waited.
studies in white (3)
i have basked
and i have longed for shade
and nothing worth fighting for
makes me choose
i stay adrift
in the split
wondering
Sunshine and Wind 