Jonfaith’s Reviews > Poems, 1962-2012 > Status Update
Jonfaith
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One day, you’re a blond boy with a tooth missing;
the next day, an old man gasping for air.
It comes to nothing, really, hardly
a moment on earth.
Not a sentence, but a breath, a caesura.
— Jan 11, 2026 06:03AM
the next day, an old man gasping for air.
It comes to nothing, really, hardly
a moment on earth.
Not a sentence, but a breath, a caesura.
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I believe Ararat is my favorite collection thus far.
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Look how the leaves drift in the darkness.
We have burned away
all that was written on them.
— Nov 12, 2025 03:28AM
We have burned away
all that was written on them.
