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  • A Refill Please: A Prose Poem About Afternoon Blues

    As I sit here, the morning offers stillness, silence, and the quiet ritual of coffee. But when afternoon arrives, so does the news that threatens to disturb it all. A prose poem about solitude, emotional intrusion, and the desperate request for one more cup to hold back the blues. I prefer the stillness and quiet,…

  • Substack | Sep 2026

    An Excerpt from “must/” my hair is falling out as i watch an old man emerge in bold relief. amazing to witness. excellence in form/ well-worn attire melts into skin Source: “must/” – Jay Mora-Shihadeh

  • SURRENDER is SWEET: A Poem About Letting Go

    Silence is master and in love I grasp her, willfully I surrender in glee   © Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo by mohammad majid on Unsplash Source: SURRENDER is SWEET #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out

  • GRUNTING

    insipid but still you curl your lashed tongue and leap like a leopard at my feet   ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo by Bogdan Pasca on Unsplash Source: GRUNTING #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out

  • SHIRKED THE MOMENT

    Celebrate? I’ve turned it down shirked the moment for stead/ I pretend no need exists in my human calendar   ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Originally published August 23, 2022 on The Artist From The Inside Out. Photo by Ben Rosett on Unsplash Source: SHIRKED THE MOMENT #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out

  • Substack | Aug 2026 

    An excerpt from “The Fall” I smell a whiff of cigarette. A hint of cologne. Gasoline stained concrete. Repel the urge to retreat Source: Originally published on my Substack

  • SWINGING BACKWARD 

    Originally published in 2021, “Swinging Backward” explores memory, trauma, and the persistence of the past.   i’m a man of little words and big ways i live large in a Source: SWINGING BACKWARD #poetry by jay – The Artist From The Inside Out

  • Substack | Aug 2026 

    Sitting with this weight. Breaking down the tension. I can claim whatever the hell I want, change my mind if I desire to. I am full and I am empty. Arc and bend. Pliable like clay. Pieces of me strewn across the past. My past. What lies in front of me? Follow the tension to…

  • Substack | Aug 2026

    I keep coming back to these words- Isolation/Ghosted/Erased. Isolate. Ghost. Erase. Tactics of control. First to set in is isolation, Dive into the full rhythm and structure of this piece over on my Substack. Source: Substack

  • HONESTY…I THINK NOT #poetry by jay

    Pure honest no shit verse

  • DOG-EARED ON EMPTY PAGES #poetry by jay

    marking the arms of decades gonedog-eared on empty pages of half-told histories of dime-store paperbacks… DOG-EARED ON EMPTY PAGES #poetry by jay

  • IT TAKES ALL OF ME #poetry by jay

    Poetry self reflecting on being in the zone

  • PINPOINT PRECISION #poetry by jay

    Dark poetry

  • BLUDGEONING #poetry by jay

    dark poetry

  • ‘TIL TRUTH MATTERS AGAIN #poetry by jay

    Dark poetry

  • EMBITTERED JOURNEY #poetry by jay

    Surrealist poetry about life, love and longing

  • YOU HAVE TO DECIDE #poetry by jay

    Poetry about love and longing

  • DEEP-SPACE-BLACK #poetry by jay

    Surrealist poetry about space, black-holes and alternate universes

  • SINGLE MALT #poetry by jay

    A love poem to my daily drink

  • WITHOUT MERCY #poetry by jay

    Surrealist poetry