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a flash fiction story Now, normally I would simply fill this area in with some sort of description of the story, but given the topic, I need a bit more explaining. Multiple members of my family, including my father, have tried and/or succeeded in committing suicide. It’s a topic I return to in various ways, […]

a poem I want to write againTo feel ink bleed from my fingertipsPushing words into existenceBreathing in creation letter by letterOh the feeling to connectEmbed myself into paperAs I command the universe I want to write againExcite electrons as pixels mergeDriving my anger into keysLighting the screen with ideas newBasking in the danger of thoughtReadying […]

a poem People move to and froOblivious of the othersWorlds walled offScreens between themDistractions of self absorptionI try to track between themMy destination to be reachedPerhaps I live in my ownOblivious to them tooNoticing only incidentalAn accident of navigationI cannot help but feel itOur separationHumanity so splinteredWe barely notice more than obstaclesObjects to use and […]

a poem WaitOh, nevermindRush nowForgettingWaiting was askedYou’re late nowEven as we saidWaitBut didn’t we sayNevermind?Our past commitmentsGoneThe very secondWe changed our mindNow it’s your problemFuck you. Photo and words copyright © 2026 by Jeremy C Kester – all rights reserved.Note: this is also cross-posted to Poetically Unlicensed on Substack. Please consider subscribing! Even better, consider […]

micro-flash fiction Photo and words copyright © 2026 by Jeremy C Kester – all rights reserved.Note: this is also cross-posted to Poetically Unlicensed on Substack. Please consider subscribing! Even better, consider buying a book! Links to where you can buy below:

a poem They jump with gleeTheir enemies found to lieCaught by the hubris and boldnessTheir deeds laid bareYet as those who jump wishTo keep others from lookingAt the lies they wish to hideAllowing no others to findYet they jump with gleeTo bury those who they deem damned Photo and words copyright © 2026 by Jeremy […]

I wouldn’t call AI “slop”; I call it unremarkably average.

Death is not the opposite of life, it is a part of life, for it cannot exist without life. We continually die as time moves forward, with pieces of us sloughing off in favor of growth. I think life isn’t lived in fear of death, but rather walking along with death in a somewhat gracious acceptance.

a short story A woman deals with the grief of loss while living with her sister on the shoreline. Saltby Jeremy C Kester Sea spray soaked the air in salt. She stood on the shoreline, her hair a blend of white and the dark of dampness. Thickened strands blew this way and that, obeying the […]

a poem I am still aliveStill movingStill wanting of lifeThough I feel like death waitsImpatient and resoluteBut we know my timeIt isn’t nowSimply some time in the futureSeconds, minutes, years, decadesSome timeNot nowYet I act deadIgnoring lifeMy crime of beingMy truest sinNot acting for me Photo and words copyright © 2026 by Jeremy C Kester […]