A selection of Jack's compositions and drawings.
“It came to pass…” eternal Scriptures read.
Once mist-air-dust, then mud with breath combined
Becomes a form that now can feel and bleed
To dust a trail that choices leave behind.
Why does a man avoid the moonlight
so?
Warm Comforter to the hurting
Strong Advocate of the accused
Can’t tell a real one by first impression
Gotta watch, See past his smile.
A Haiku
Boss says “Best not stand there idle”