HeyJaredInk Roads
Singer-songwriter weaving stories and offerings that connect people to the earth, creativity, spirit, and each other.
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The Eleusinian Mysteries and Persephone’s descent (opens the original)
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Singing with the whales (opens the original)
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A few weekends ago, I took the train and headed out to Montauk. I have always loved taking trains to the end of the line. I suppose it’s the same reason I love hopping on an airplane or setting off for a road trip—it feels like walking into a new world. For a long time, I’ve been quite interested in the idea of the end of the train line as a symbol for what lies at the edge of illusions, thought, individuality, or even life. There’s that old Wallace Stevens poem, the palm at the end of the mind,
A cemetery in New York (opens the original)
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I truly believe that the Green-Wood Cemetery is the most peaceful place in New York City.I paid it a visit a little while ago. It was a warm, bright Sunday in Brooklyn. I walked to the edge of the lake and sat behind several gigantic grave houses. Ink Roads is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.<input class="email-input" name="email" tabindex="-1" type="email
Siem Reap and Beijing Poems: Curse-Breaker and The Watchtower (opens the original)
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In the spirit of sharing more poetry from my travels in 2024-2025, I will share one poem written in Siem Reap, Cambodia and one poem from Beijing, China.Oh, these cities. Oh, how these journeys meant so much to me. I hold the vividness of these memories so dear. Cambodia, with its orange muddy streets, its ancient ruins spiderwebbed with vines. Cambodia where I stayed in a retreat center where the water lilies caught the sun each day and everyone sought enlightenment, which seemed to have a way
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