sometimes
i can hear your voice
in the voices of
un-stranged strangers.
in between my forgetting
my steel-headed self-truth,
you wait.
you tell me i’m far
from home.
Categories: Poetry
Digital Edition 2023 Poetry
“Untitled III” by A.J. Jones
The light pouring past the front window shines along the hall through the doorway in a manner which suggests whatever’s on the other side is much larger and taller than I know it to be. Read more…