Writing

The Siren

A Poem by Jesse Booker

The Siren sings in the moonlightBeckoning to me in the nightHer melody touches my heartAnd there it abides, and will not departI will arise out of my ..

The Pursuer

A Poem by Jesse Booker

The pursuer be up on meLurking where the eye cannot seeHis hellhounds have sought me outTo no one may I shoutFor this destroyer out for meIs one that ..

One Night Stand

A Story by Jesse Booker

I was a young man when I married my beautiful Helen. Though our courtship was relatively brief, we never had so much as a quarrel. She was so sweet t..

The Parrot

A Poem by Jesse Booker

Squawking, gawking, but not really talkingThe parrot is perched in his cageGlaring, staring, but not really caringHow he sends me into a rageWaiting, ..

Plasto Inc.

A Story by Jesse Booker

Tom Wilfred awoke from a peaceful night's sleep. It was 6 AM, and as he did every morning, like clockwork, he climbed out of bed, walked across the r..

The Tower

A Poem by Jesse Booker

Behold the tower which looms in the distance Gaze upon it with fear and reverence For the tower rules over us all From the day we are bor..

Lovebirds

A Poem by Jesse Booker

When I found you, you could not fly Your broken wing burdened your soul Your cries of despair pierced my heart Oh, how you longed to soar..

The Grey Room

A Poem by Jesse Booker

Come on in, you're welcome here If you're grey like all the rest There are no colors to be found Leave them behind to be our guest Your anger gi..

Nature

A Story by Jesse Booker

"They're just kids..." I said to the mirror in the restroom of the Ridgewood Nature Museum. "They're just kids, and it's only for a couple of hours."..

Poison

A Poem by Jesse Booker

So, you have a drink here and there As hard as you work, it's only fair Then, why do you shake when you run out Was it a lie, or are you in doubt? ..

St. Nick

A Story by Jesse Booker

“Wake up, daddy!” Amy exclaimed as she jumped into my bed. It was Christmas morning and my four-year-old daughter had been looking for..

Mister Righteous

A Poem by Jesse Booker

Mister Righteous, sell me a prayer For my life is a troubled affair I need your guidance to help me through I’ll buy your wisdom an..

The Silent Moon

A Poem by Jesse Booker

Oh Moon, how you are romanticized In the darkness, a beacon of light You captured the hearts and minds of men You glow with myst’ry..

Mr. Mcbee

A Story by Jesse Booker

I was taking an evening walk, enjoying the cool, Autumn breeze which had blessed the day. Children were riding their bikes, the smell of charcoal and..