into this deep

  • ounces

    I am sleeping here left to grow wings to fly on my own legs seem to tremble unsteady reassemble standing at the starting gate every day the same race I am floating here wings seem to tremble unsteady and bumbling progress measured in ounces have to celebrate the light with the darkness finding strength in…

    Amy Jones

  • Sandman

    hey there sandman. I see the salt at your feet. The tears that have dried that now you push aside. Piled high like mountains in your way. And i wave until the sunrise steals the last of you. Eyes too much to see. they do not sleep. A mind cannot rest when it wrestles with…

    Amy Jones

  • Boxes

    I am in the absolute under in moving.  Under boxes.  Under thoughts.  Under feelings.  Under someone else’s treasure from which I call unwanted and unneeded, rusted, or depleted.    Under but over the down and the ousted.  Over the hurdles, over the bindings that kept me rooted. Over the under’s. Over but not over YOU. Under…

    Amy Jones

  • EXIT

    They are the evaderthe wall creatoryou think you have themBut they are smokea mistupon your fingertipsA word in the darkA shadowA trapper of heartsVapor thin lovewith exit signs~a.jones

    Amy Jones

  • FEEL

    I once had a dream. Before I was dating the man I am now married to. The dream seemed to be of a warning, but a warning I was unsure of. I dreamed, this man, was on his back. His daughter (his daughter that I had not met yet) was staring down at him. The…

    Amy Jones