JASON HASKINS

Guess who's back? No, it's not Slim Shady (not the REAL Slim Shady anyhow). It's me, Jason. And I am here with a favorite topic, from sea to shining sea: more poetry. Apparently in 2026, I have taken myself back in time 25 years, where dabbling in poetry was a more constant in my life. I have also been reading more of it (see: Oliver, Mary), perhaps leading to these short bursts of inspiration, and shorter bursts of words. Below, you'll find a selection of poems. A handful al

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself And what I assume, you shall assume For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you." - Walt Whitman, Song for Myself I will be straightforward right out of the gate. The following post will be about poetry and poems. Phew! Quite the relief to get that off my chest. Now, we can proceed as normal. Well, normal being me clacking away on keys and you reading the words. A symbiotic relationship I enjoy. Back to the main point. In my w

"April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain." -...