nj coleman : Writing

I, Rarely

I, Rarely

A Poem by nj coleman


Saturday morning thinking
The Two Red Chairs

The Two Red Chairs

A Story by nj coleman


I glance at my watch. 12:03. I'm running late. Half walking, half running in the rain, navigating the afternoon lunch crowd, dipping and dodging the o..
F**k Your Prayers and the NRA

F**k Your Prayers and the NRA

A Poem by nj coleman


to the scumbag politicians in bed with the NRA
Petrified Rust

Petrified Rust

A Poem by nj coleman


hollow and hardened
Love is the Storm

Love is the Storm

A Poem by nj coleman


the fierceness of love
Floating Through Eden

Floating Through Eden

A Poem by nj coleman


the promise of heaven...and heaven lost
With Colours Gone

With Colours Gone

A Poem by nj coleman


reflective poem