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Beautiful Boy

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

I can see my little boy from the window, playing outside. It’s not just him; when he turns his face to me and smiles I can see my beloved, h..

The glass in my arms

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

The spilling of blood signalled the advent of my life, from the time an incision fashioned my navel. My perilous journey began from under th..

Holy Ghosts & Ghouls

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

Lachrymal fluid seals my face, a mask shrouding my soul more wholly than any holy ghost or ghoul. No more may I intercede for my salvation, no m..

Time Of Death?

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

To cognate or disambiguate: the question arises from the inferno of the funeral fire, indicating the final refining is at an end, and the..

To Be a Man (If only I could)

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

The Stone of Scone seems not insurmountable when initiation beckons. Yet my endeavour to mount it terminated abruptly, my lack of traction punctuate..

My skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once ...

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

Alas, poor life! I lived once, Horatio, a life of infinite potential, of most excellent affection: it has borne me to a thousand places and..

My Halcyon Afterlife

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

My halcyon dreams of afterlifetaunt me now, decayed disruption to dismayed life.Like Eden beneath a carpark of soulsI am buried,trampled under your fe..

A Covenant with Death

A Poem by Jeremy Baker

My friend, where have you been? You were supposed to have come for me - by now. I think sometimes I embarrass you; My gauche countenance, co..

Homecoming

A Story by Jeremy Baker

The sky bled as the sun drowned beneath the horizon, and from the hills a coldness somersaulted down and fell upon the young boy, chasing him, stumbli..