The Wisdom of Old Age
← Back to Writings The Wisdom of Old Age — Mark N. Jones The art of letting go Realizing that people Evolve or devolve Into something else Sometimes for the better Sometimes for the worse Each stage A calcification of A new paradigm That will never return To their original state In my old age […]
San Francisco Gallery
← Back to Writings San Francisco Gallery for Diane Arbus — Mark N. Jones Whence in affairs of passage A father’s exemplary words Resound from their brick fortress Like a tin drum tapping The command of respect As no guilt intrudes save when tiny voices so rare and ancient harp-strings murmur Child he […]
Arms of Night
← Back to Writings Arms of Night — Mark N. Jones The head ground stabbing devils whirling throb Driving spirals ’round dizzy traffic ruts clustered through the lost city night Civilization The beat Bricks and rats nestle in Primal brain crevices Threatened by barren Suburban mazes of baseball Caps and chartreuse lawns […]
Time and the River
← Back to Writings Time and the River — Mark N. Jones Meditating downstream On the river bank The sounds of white water and mineral scent of rocks The river is time The tide behind The future flows from upstream ← Back to Writings
God is Found
← Back to Writings God is Found — Mark N. Jones I journeyed to the top Of Mount Sinai To find God On top of the mountain Sat an ancient man With a long, white beard I told him I was Looking for God He graced me With these jewels Of wisdom: God is a […]
Reflections in a Summer Marsh
← Back to Writings Reflections in a Summer Marsh — Mark N. Jones Twisted departure lost among the flowers crippled swans in the serpentine summer marsh the weary drone of dragonflies in the pregnant haze fragments of daydream scattered pigments of strangled islands self-imposed exile the forgotten embrace through the alchemy of voyage indigo ripples […]
Empty Hours
← Back to Writings Empty Hours — Mark N. Jones Unsculptured hours of fish circles and mad dog gleaming through the shattered plaster day Cracked white paint on splintered window sill speckled dirt/damp muggy breath on turbid glass Life/death/blood of the hunt/the ritualistic Drunken dancing fish/unchipped block fetid sink stench/a prenatal sculpture poverty/commonplace Peers of […]