Isn't love grand?

 Short story: isnt love grand?

You probably know what I mean when i say, it feels like dying when they walk away.

Like..every moment without them is the Longest Goodbye the fuckin heart could ever KNOW. Because you know you're headed back into your own head to sit alone swimming in old memories while haunted by Daydreams of what *Could Be.. yet also fearing that it never WILL. Yeah..I felt THAT shit-feelin. 

It's. Godamn..Loneliness on Crack with a Side of Fucked and a bit of Existential Irony thrown in for seasoning, served up un-nice & cold by an Unfeeling Universe who's Give-A-Shit Meter is busted beyond repair.  

Isn't love grand sis? 

Between Cult Leaders and Saint

A friend once asked me the difference between a Cult Leader and a Saint?

Well, A Cult Leader is a Charismatic Sort who Talks people out of money, and into States of Extreme Obedience while often being Deified in their followers eyes to the point they can do no wrong.

A Saint on The Other Hand is a Charismatic Sort who gives every thing he (Or she) has away for the Betterment of The World, based upon some inner set of divine or moral principles ,often leading other followers to do the same, until they're viewed as a threat to the (fabled) Status Quo, killed off and martyred by the establishment for doing so. 😄 😆 🤣 

Both I think are Mad. And simply use alternative methods of Madness which leads to a similar conclusion: A Flock of Brainwashed Fools Killing or Virtue Signaling in the name of flawed Human Beings they've confused with The Divine. 

 Lately it's all i Think

about (night and day.)

how words jumble 

leaving your mouth . 

And the recognition fades.

I see the sadness in your 

Face. .but you smile anyway..

just for me. 

And this (i feel ) is GRACE.  

(nobody is more pretty.)

I listen intently,

when you speak of 

your memories.. 

Because soon I know 

there will be 

few left, that playing 

So 

vividly on the screen.  

Letter to Editor

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Dear Editors,

I’m submitting a small selection of poems for your consideration: “[Title 1]”, “[Title 2]”, and “[Title 3]”. These pieces explore themes of love, remorse, mythic self‑reflection, and the emotional landscapes that form in the aftermath of loss. I felt they might resonate with the kind of intimate, atmospheric work your journal often publishes.

My writing leans toward surreal emotional imagery and confessional tone, blending cosmic metaphor with personal narrative. I have not previously published these poems, and they are not under consideration elsewhere unless noted.

A brief bio (if needed):

J. Stephen H is a poet residing in a small, rural southern town in Northeast Tn. with his wife and several beloved cats. His work blends spiritual tension, emotional surrealism, and the raw edges of human longing. 

Thank you for your time and consideration. I appreciate the work you do in supporting contemporary poetry.

Warm regards,  

J. Stephen H

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