Saturday, June 23, 2012

Three Poems by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Every Night I Dream

Walking down streets
empty of traffic and intruders
I seek a glance of your silhouette
in a window
in the distance
when we were young
and could run away
from everything
before the mist turned to rain
and the neon lights broke
into a long drone of thunder.


I tried to climb inside her.
Too near the sky she was.
So I settled...
listening to her holy song
sweeping through the tree leaves,
grass fields, and flower of my soul.

Help Us Through This

Hear our cries
in the middle of the night
and dust of day.
Help us through this

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. His poetry has recently appeared in a handful of stones, The Camel Saloon, The Rainbow Rose, protestpoems, Black-Listed Magazine, BoySlut, Orion headless, The Carnage Conservatory, and Aphelion.

He is the editor of Dead Snakes at

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