Jerrod R Whitman, Poet & Author

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25, Jul 2026
23, Jul 2026
Two Sisters and a Brother

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…

23, Jul 2026
At the renaissance fair

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…