JASON HASKINS

"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." -...