HeyJaredRemnant and Shadow
Poems, essays, and short stories to create transformation and dynamic dialectic centered on the abundance that the gifts of life and art have to offer. Reflections on best practice of education and living well in pursuit of excellence and deep joy.
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- Sep 30, 2026
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Acorns (opens the original)
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I might try to reverse engineer the worldand find there’s nothing to itcertainly nothing sublimesubliminal perhaps: whatever mushrooms know that makes them hide beneath the mulch and run towards water. I might findthere’s something in the nothinglearn to understand it’s a stuffwhat makes the world andwhat acorns rightly fearSubscribe for Free Daily Poetry or become a Paid Subscriber for more for less than a dollar.</di
Gourds (opens the original)
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I once was a Jedi Knight—I remember him notcigarette ceilings of a Pontiac brainunderwear marking the Stormtrooperbrooms for blastersWho’s more the pumpkin? I am the dream manI steal the dreams and I forget themI am the pumpkin man—the oneresponsible for all the folly in the worldIt is I—send me. Surelysome lesser crucifixion awaits—mylottery ticket well-earnedrighteous returns for the unkindling of dreamsThere were means of recalling the lostbut now even they are lost, or it seems<div class="su
A Haunt, Brief and Enduring (opens the original)
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Is it so bad, I askmy ghost, Listenhow the sprinklers chirplike something new-hatchedof a machine mindstill impressionable, stillsweet. He spakethe replacement of things cannot be madefor them but in spite of themYou think you hear birdswhen in fact these arerain clouds chokingBecome a Free Subscriber for Daily Poetry or Use the Button Below to Subscribe for just $1.<form class="subscription-w
Summation (opens the original)
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There are no mountains hereand I assume there never willThus in a valley perpetualI make it my aim to root deepand shine like some SunThe Lily of the Valley to be looked onand thought—no, not even Solomonno, not even Solomon—to dieto live, to live perchance—become wiseand long 'nough loom to seea change of pace—the quickeningof Solomon—the shortening of timeas it flies wasp-like—considerthe birds—consider the birds<div class="subscription-widget
From the Bottoms of Rivers to the Tops of Trees (opens the original)
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The manner of springsand the hammered touchof their undulating berthsswells sweetly the tides of saliencebeneath the skin of my bloodBeetles move the fragrance of heaventhe way spirits etherealize on a sweet corn mashhovering above the watersEyes that looking see for the firstthemselves in a bunch of wild grapesBecome a Free Subscriber for Daily Poetry, or become a Paid Subscriber for less than $1/month.<form class="subscription
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