Need a little Friday pick-me-up? Something to ground you before jumping off into St. Patty’s weekend? Let me introduce you to another poet working toward the common good.
David “Davey” Robert Jones is an East Coast writer relocated to Fresno, California. His poetry boasts the stamp of numerous teachers, including Akhmatova and Milosz, Keats and Yeats, and Rilke and Paz—to name a few. Neruda’s style influences his poetry more pervasively than others. Like Neruda—or because of him, perhaps—Davey often describes love like a vivid topography. Besides poetry, he writes short stories and novels. His first publication, A Manual on the Human Condition, is currently available. His next publication, Merika, Love Poems is scheduled to release this year. For more information and additional samples of his work, visit www.daveyrjones.com.
Davey, I’m grateful for your willingness to be a part of this collection of voices. Thank you!
An Ancient WorldAn ancient world moves inside of you, rocks me seasonal, spins me solstice. The heft of your sigh beside me, before me, within me; my melody pulse measured in your wind-song symphony; your lips’ purse like tectonic cataclysm poised to wreck-erode my hold of who I think you might be. My only truth is, my only certainty rests in, your eternal mystery. And just as your magma cools to form me into cascading granite mountain ranges, as I imagine you will fade into the obscurity of midnight dark, your light pours over me, a tide-summoning, lunar force: I realize that you are, too, in the strength of the incandescent, moon-rock orb above me.