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  • Art Tote’s #Totes #Fashionable #Wearableart #WearArt

    Great wearable Art, up and ready for purchase #Wearbleart #Arttotes #Society6totes #Art

  • Look Toward the Children

    Children instinctually Know who to avoid It is often believed… #Poet #Children #Freeverse

  • A Strange Conglomerate

    They’ve rounded them up These insurgents They planned and…

  • I Saw You Breach The Wall

    I saw you and the rest you brought around I carried the knowledge…

  • Lyrical Poet

    It’s a lyrical poet in pirouette… #Poetry #Lyrical #Verse

  • Foul Story

    i label the story and stick it away in a drawer only to discover… #Poetry #Poet #Freeverse #Carnage

  • Boss Man

    I’m not much of a boss man I lay waste to…

  • I Yield My Time

    i yield my time… #Poetry #Freeverse #Politics

  • Petunias

    Immorality proliferates while mortality propagates It’s Wrapped around… #Poetry #Freeverse #Petunias

  • Blog Redesign for 2021

    In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve given my blog a design refresh for 2021. I decided to aim for… #Blog #2021 #Redesign

  • Truth

    Stop Look Listen Truth Blows Front and Center Underneath Your… #Poetry #Denial #Freeverse

  • Undocumented

    It’s an undocumented love not presented fully to my heart shed a tear…

  • A Long Ride

    Here we go it starts again the path is…

  • Bull

    And so the day has come This burning sensation Cajoles me To whisper…

  • Visit Jay’s Artpage

    Stop by and please leave comments when you do as I love to hear from all my Artist and Poet friends!

  • Solitude

    I write because the wind blows I paint where the heart goes and in between these two tangled lovers, my solitude composed. ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh Photo by Clark Young on Unsplash #Poetry #Micropoem #Solitude #Artist

  • Conflate

    Originally posted on The Artist From The Inside Out: Everyday I wake up and conflate Today with Yesterday but it’s Tomorrow What the Hell will my bed bring me now? Dreams of better waking moments? Maybe. Perhaps not these non-contractual dreaded components. These dead-headed-droning-dictated debates; dire complaints, these digital demagogues with no restraint that wrap…

  • Unbelievable

    I have no words Today I’m spent, exhausted Merely from A viewing On my…

  • Dormant

    The winds sickle In place a shorned off bud a fragile… #Poetry #Micropoetry #Dormancy

  • New Art T-Shirt in my Art Shop

    New Art Tee Shirt for sale… #Artist #Society6Tees #Caddylovers