Tag Archives: Jean

“The slightest trace of what you once believed”

Two weeks from today will be my last day at work, and then I’m unemployed. I’ll be packing up my life to chase a dream, once again, to a new place. Some things never change. I could have written that paragraph 3 or 4 times before #Life went on hiatus (Like this). I’m still the […]

How to Read a Book While Walking

While driving home from the grocery store, Jean and I spotted one of the kids who lives in our complex. He was walking his dog. While riding his bike. While reading a book. Jean laughed, and I admitted that the kid, probably about 12 years old, reminded me of myself. I never attempted something as […]

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Here I am, living in the Chicago suburbs with Jean. It’s been a month now. More than a month. I don’t think it’s been two yet, but I could be wrong. Honestly, I’ve not been keeping track. When I finally made it here after leaving my job in Gainesville, I stopped counting. For the last […]

Freedom and fear as synonyms

Today, I woke up unemployed. With no job waiting for me, I am in the final stages of packing everything I own and moving halfway across the country. Again. This time, instead of moving for a job, I am moving because it’s what I want to do. What I need to do. Even though I […]

The poems we leave behind us

For the last month, I’ve spent more time staring at stacks of my poems than I have sleeping. I was finishing a book and all I could think about. Sometimes I even felt incapable of talking about anything else to my friends and family. Finally, on Saturday, I released the book, Love Poems on Bar […]

The worst kinds of pranks

I have never been very good at April Fools’ day. The problem with having one day designated for pranks is that we’re all paranoid in expectation of them and when they do happen, they don’t always have the desired effect. Physical pranks especially seem to fall flat. Fake stories can be done very well, but […]

I can’t sleep before an early flight

The airplane safety lecture drones through the warming engines at the gate. Flight attendants look as tired as I wish I felt while they demonstrate proper seat buckling and flotation device finding techniques, the latter of which will serve us well flying over Alabama, Tennessee, and Illinois. I wonder how many of these people will […]

Absent-minded ranting

My girlfriend came to visit this past weekend, Thursday through Tuesday. It was wonderful to see her and we had a lot of fun, even though most of our planned activities got rained out. It was also the first time she had seen me perform my poetry in front of an audience, which actually made […]

If only I were Stretch Armstrong

Last week, I was attending a poetry reading event and one of the pieces by another local poet resonated with my emotions and is still haunting me. He used an image that is all-too-familiar to how I feel, especially in the six months since I’ve moved to Florida. When he introduced the poem, he said […]

The difference a year can make

One year ago today was the worst day of my life. St. Patrick’s Day has always been a great day for me. The “P” in JPS stands for Patrick, and I’m named after the Holiday more than the Saint — though I’ve always been a pretty big fan of the Saint, too. I’m wearing the […]