Jay Sizemore is a poet and author of 18 collections of poetry along with one collection of short fiction. Cat dad. Dog dad. Lover of literature. Books on Amazon. Corporate shill. Alive in Portland, Oregon.
The Dog Days of Fall
The puppies were whining. Whimpering. The high pitched sounds of babies hungry for milk. They hadn’t even opened their eyes yet, he knew. New births. He could smell them. Could see the burlap bulge and move with their squirming, their tiny bodies weighing next to nothing in the sack he held by the knotted and bunched cloth in his hands.
When I Think of Home
I hear the creaking rope of a tire swing just as I can feel those fraying fibers prickling the tender skin of my misspent years
Toby Keith's Incredible Shrinking Penis
On the morning of September 11, 2021, Toby Keith, no not the country singer he gets that all the time, woke to find that his penis was smaller than he remembered.
The Difference Between 9/11 and Covid-19
It seems like every American has a story about 9/11. The memory of that morning is seared in the collective consciousness of an entire nation. It's not because of national pride. That day was the embodiment of trauma, a horror that unfolded in real time on the national news, a tragedy that struck straight to the heart with its brutal reminder of mortality's callous indifference.
The Heredity of Heartache
Home is where my heart breaks the hardest, feeling most like a wheel spun until it loses its spokes / or the carousel