Leaves of Ink

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Once, she was assembled, a living whole, but now an embodied puzzle. There is no way of knowing at wha...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - There is a mountain standing in the middle of my soul, waiting at the moment I am met with a brush of ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Believe in your story, believe in your journey. These words burn for a reason, clamoring for release. ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I flatten myself in a representation. This is not me. It’s just photo paper. It’s just a bit of life ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Contradictory, you say, but of course. I am a series of contradictions. My opinions are constructed ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I’ve taken my interest and given it a lovely corduroy vest. There now, so dapper. What a gentleman ges...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Out on the lapping motion of a summer lake, the teacher spins another dream. He’s where I learned abou...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Through the small round mirror into past and present, I see a segment rendered clearly. Thank you for ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Turns out, sharks like thumping music. Swinging sharks, imagine them in tuxedos, swimming just beyond t...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Make me promises. Predict my future. Cast a bold vision. Be honest and sincere twice a year. When the...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Last night, I took a deep dive, one tablet the night before, one half the following night, into dreams...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I use the screen to make an image. To construct a reality. It's not real. You can't touch it....

Contributor: JD DeHart - - …poetry had to rhyme. Not all the time. (chuckle, chuckle, snort) …poetry had to be true. Someone ma...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I knocked at the door, listening to the way a bone sounds when it strikes against wood. Strange to me h...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - The still lull of another day passing into rainy night, a meditation for wisdom to arrive late. Inste...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Good old boy from the good old boy ilk — but then, who do I call good? A slick hairdo, tooth-gleaming ...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Pardon me, imminent author It seems there is a stitch running through your fabric I’ve seen these word...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I can tell you what’s behind those doors. As you walk down that familiar unfamiliar hallway. Inside, ther...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - I can tell you what’s behind those doors. As you walk down that familiar unfamiliar hallway. Inside, ther...

Contributor: JD DeHart - - Don’t worry, dear one, even if the stories are true, they are so muddy it is hard to be clear. A flus...