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To start out with the dream of becoming a writer or poet in 1989 was to start out in a land of obscurity and rejection. You stood very little chance of being read by anyone, much less read by many. Now, twenty-six years later, Jason E. Hodges has been published by sixteen different publications, and had over one hundred and ten thousand page views on his blog, The Dirt Worker’s Journal. His fourth book, Your Words Will Sharpen, is an in-depth look into Hodges’ world through the eyes of poetry...

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Truth In Quotes by Jason E. Hodges

Despair is a night without lights. Dreams are the sunrise that leads you out of the darkness.
 
They say, poetry is dead. I say, was there ever a time they had a clue of what the state of poetry is?
 
I was a poet. I had no expectations other than creating a world of art with words that would live on long after I was gone. 
 
There is no value in your promises. They are as hollow as fangs and poisonous as the venom within them once I allowed them into my heart.  &nbs...

Speaking To The Man Upstairs

It was a halfway house on East University Avenue
Upstairs
At the end of the long wooden hallway
Each plank seemed to creak out
Some old ill sound
As my small feet walked across them
I was only ten years old at the time
I had been sent to grab some stew meat
From the only working refrigerator
Where all the residents kept what little they had
The community sink and bathroom
Were on the same end of the hall
There were only five or six rooms upstairs
He was standing outside his doorway
His hand bandaged
“Wha...

Still You Write

Dishes in the sink
Still you write
Clothes not washed
Not folded
Still you write
Trash needs to be taken to the curb
Still you write
Grass needs to be mowed
Still you write
Bills not paid
Still you write
Unemployed
Still you write
Employed
But, lessened as a human by your belittling boss 
Still you write
Funerals
Birthdays
Holidays
Arguments
Still you write
Hungry
Full
Hot
Cold
Still you write
Eviction
With nowhere to go
Still you write
Living in a low rent motel
Still you write
Hangovers
Sickness
Abandonment by...

Christmas Abbott

More than muscle
More than skill
It’s the spirit
The spirit and the mind
Working as one
That has to be tapped into
From Archimedes to Stephen Hawking
Exceptional people
I believe
Have done just this!!!  
Abbott is an artisan of the body
Sculpting muscle and tissue
With weights of steel 
As well as Da Vinci
Sculpting in his medium of marble
And again
I say
I believe
It all has to start by tapping into
The spirit and mind
You see
Sometimes you have to sail away
From who you think you are
To...

Tandem Movement

Tandem movement toward the machine
We walk
For
We are the machine
Our eyes move back and forth
On the world we see each day
If think Thoreau was frustrated with man’s greed
Back in his time
With wars waged without ever thinking of peace
With the natural world being
Eroded away for its resources 
He’s probably now doing backflips in his coffin
It seems people are either  
Racing through each step of the day
Or moving at a turtle’s pace
Yet, most all are glued to their phones
Waiting for th...

Red Rountree

Think?
Really, THINK?
What will be your last swan song?
Red’s was robbing banks at 91
Crazy old man some would say
But
Some would say anything to downplay
His Jesse James ways 
Red followed the law for most of his life
Then in the end
The law followed him
Blue-lighted
Pulled over
His hands stretched high in the air
Some would say Red
Was wasting his last years
Robbing relentlessly running
From the long arm of the law
But
Some say things they know nothing about
Yes, his last breaths were taken
Inside t...