Jerrod R Whitman, Poet & Author
Two Sisters and a Brother Grief knocked at my door.Her sister Joy chattering off her ear,smelling like oranges and old books. I let them both in because the house was too quiet,and the kettle sang while morning light pooled on the floor. Grief, somber as could be, sat right beside…
Life is ephemeral. We need to treasure one another. Death is final — a cement wall. Physically impossible to breach. I can sense the other side. My heart feels it. Yet I am unable to touch. Unable to grasp. Yet love somehow filters through the smooth cold concrete. Many blessings…
It’s mid-July, and the summer heat beats down. The homeless are searching for a cool spot. A senior can’t afford to run the air. These are not luxuries. They are life savers. When temps soar and records are broken, emergency rooms fill up. This is when we see who we…
Between ‘there is a god and there is no god lies an immense tract of subtle, mysterious and uncharted territory, where many contradictory opinions may be equally plausible.” Adolphus Huxley. I am a member of the Unitarian Fellowship which has been arguably described as either far left Christianity or a…
-I believe in a just society. I am a socialist. I believe all people deserve to be treated equally and to have their basic needs met. To me, that means the things we all rely on should belong to all of us: healthcare, utilities, education. Countries like Denmark, Sweden, Norway,…
A letter to my reader To be able to sit, ponder, and think is a rare thing, it seems. I look out on a world that moves too fast to sit and feel. I have an oasis in my writing. Somehow I channeled all that anger into this book. _Nathan…