Illusions Speak by Jeff Flesch

There is more to life than is seen illusions speak in tongues, and in dreams — casting hope towards the sky we collect particulars of dust from stars when they cry tears from underneath the depth of the unseen and the rest of the textiles sowed into our heart seams -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives…

Silvery Moon by Jeff Flesch

I see you through a veil of words spoken underneath a silvery moon where time dances with itself leaving behind a pearly trail of majesty and of magic creating contexts of feelings, and of intellect between two lovers dancing to tunes of complete and incomplete underneath a starry scene -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in…

Gravel Graves by Jeff Flesch

Your image haunts my days a hallowed out heart remains in touch with the beauty of the night stars twinkling, and speaking in tongues made out of clay a remnant of previous days and of the love crushing the gravel upon our graves -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the…

Clothed Secrets by Jeff Flesch

I walk a child with no home nor a place to lay down my load an imagination on center choreographed within a container of pain, of promise and of possibility a logical sequence cut from the cloth of the barest secrets of life, and of love and of the tears we romanticized when young -JEFF…

Eschewing Pain by Jeff Flesch

Deep within I rest my eyes on the nature of the cosmos light, and dark relegated to the mist of their counterparts creating a strong sense of serendipity, and of serenity eschewing pain delivering hope and reminding us all to know when to let go -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was…

Flowers Strung by Jeff Flesch

There is a way pain feels deep in my bones a notion of the past and of a present yet to be fully manifest deep aches rejuvenated by a skyline left leaking along a horizon melting love into plants and flowers strung together like a bow tried, and true a manifestation too of you who…

Broken Things by Jeff Flesch

I like broken things the way they crumble in my hands and, the way they left for a time during last Autumns’ dance these memories are of promises made under a tree bearing a broken heart for a name -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the 2022 Spillwords Press Author…

Mountains Form by Jeff Flesch

I rest easy in the long, and the short of the mountains form a symbol of strength, and of change releasing osmosis upon the world above, and below a cascading river of love and of ambiguity, both of which you and I already know -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted…

Embers Spin by Jeff Flesch

You come in dreams wearing a fever-halo of memories a bounty, and a plight of humanities consciousness a dearth of commitment and of feeling keeps the planet stuck spinning to sounds, lost and buoyantly star-struck with illusion and with the embers of a fire learning how to rebuild notions of love from hearts worth saving…

Hidden Dreams by Jeff Flesch

There are dreams hidden within buildings towering upon hills and beneath the surface of the sky a transparent beauty escaping from time’s paradoxical ties leaving memories as whispers of what was once you and I -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month for…

Angels Outlined by Jeff Flesch

I find you in the smallest particles of earth, where you left me to fend off the dark confused, and bewildered I drew upon the night sky, angels outlined with tears shed before they began to leak from eyes smaller than anyone noticed behind a heart growing stronger, and stronger the more I learned how…

Soul’s Sojourn by Jeff Flesch

People sit around a table speaking from broken hearts mended by a solution to the soul’s sojourn, a road without a destination unfolds among flowers littered up, and over the hills of hearts taking shape, among traps, and forested- mistakes lies the awakening of each soulmate -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and…

Misty Morning by Jeff Flesch

nature speaks to my heart held up with frozen, and fractured feelings developed over long travails of windy nights and misty morning melancholy the antithesis of a sun rising over the horizon and within my heart knowing you’ve always been there and will never depart -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was…

Placid Sea by Jeff Flesch

The moon, a placid sea, reflecting back a mantra of meaning watching the sun set along a coast, depleted and dry tears leak from porous eyes reflecting back a mirror of vastness, and of limitation infinite being of love always, and forever seen -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives in Corvallis, Oregon, and was voted the…

Time’s Ashes by Jeff Flesch

I drive in circles manifesting a purpose given to me as a child it’s these coattails of peace and love I ride transcending pain, a realization arises like petals falling from my heart a dew-covered and encapsulated light invades my mind with love making ashes out of notions of time -JEFF FLESCH Jeff Flesch lives…

Winter Blossoms by Jeff Flesch

I wake up and walk along the lonely trail made out of crushed fragments of love for sale dwindling in the night sky these eyes try to make sense out of the pain cascading like a river from the fingertips of the giver a silent witness and, an ever present gift the red sandstone mistress…