A Christ-following Wordsmith
(by Daniel R. Jones)
There’s a trick I play on my children
when I need a little reassurance.
I pull them close.
I whisper in their ear:
“Do you want to hear a secret?”
They acquiesce.
Every child wants a secret.
I say “I love you.”
They sigh, maybe roll their eyes.
And it brings me such solace when they say it:
“That isn’t a secret.”
I’d like to remind everyone else that I’m currently accepting submissions for our Winter 2022 issue! I’m looking for original photography, artwork, short stories, flash fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and lyric essays! If you have interest, please check out the Submission Guidelines here.
Each submission that is accepted for publication will be paid at the rate of $5 USD. Payment is upon publication. Bez & Co prefers to use PayPal to pay its contributors. If you need alternative accommodations, please let me know upon acceptance of publication, and I will work to find a solution.
I can’t wait to see the entries for the January issue!
-DRJ
(by Daniel R. Jones)
My God, my God,
Why have I forsaken you?
(by Daniel R. Jones)
This morning is filled with yellow light
and singing sparrows
and all that poetry-fodder.
But really, I’d rather take a walk,
so sorry, I can’t be bothered.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Elsewhere,
J. Alfred Prufrock asks
Do I dare
Disturb the multiverse?
The multiverse retorts:
You do.
And you do not.
You have.
And you have not.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who’s the fairest of them all?
Devoid of magic looking glass
I see myself each time I ask.
When I go, I’ll go
like the pin-oak
in the front yard:
litter the Earth with
pieces of myself;
loose-leaf proofs
I existed.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
“Wherever you find yourself today,
no matter the place or time of day,
speak and He hears every word you say.”
At least, that’s how I was taught to pray.
Now they say the same about the NSA.
I wish for a life of springtime and fall,
beginnings and endings
no middles at all
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