Tag Archives: Informal Poetry

Apologetics – Jacob T. Reilly

Apologetics “I’m sorry for the words I used.” His apology for what he’d done was one of adultery. In it, the realization of words as the constant cleaving of this from to that, he and she, came in the form of genesis. Her exodus from the room was not without assurance Of return, but what […]

If Rain Were To Turn Crystal – Jacob T. Reilly

    If Rain were to Turn Crystal If rain were to turn crystal in the air— When the dove coos, grey squirrels on the branches stare, And the sun overwhelms the vernal sky Precipitous with pregnant import—and cry Diamonds, like graupel, on the muddy ground, We would want To read them like some prophetic font— […]