Jason E. Hodges's Blog, page 9
February 4, 2017
February 3, 2017
January 25, 2017
Held In Their Pockets
“Express to our world what is alive inside us not what their world says we should be… Our true selves should never be created by others, Held in their pockets like belongings, like trinkets.” Jason E. Hodges, The Drop Off
January 23, 2017
January 21, 2017
Irish Rain
Irish rain fall on me
Fall from
Across the sea
For
I’m centuries and miles
Many, many, miles
Away from my homeland
Of
Ireland
Oh
Irish rain fall on me
Puddle in this land of America
Soak into her soil
Like your sons
And daughters
Soaked into the new world
So long ago
My fathers
My mothers
Crossing
The wavy blue waters
Of
The deep dark ocean
Carving out a new life
In a faraway land
In the Appalachians
In The Ozarks
On the streets of Southie
In Pennsport
In Hell’s Kitchen
In Five Points
All the way down to
The farm...
January 18, 2017
Missing People By Brandon S. Graham
Brandon S. Graham’s new novel “Missing People” is the classic punch in the gut Grit-Lit storytelling I’ve grown to love from him over the last few years. He does not disappoint with this nail-biting tale of colorful characters making their way in the world.To me the book reads much like a movie playing out in front of you on the big screen. This is the telltale sign of a great writer. Someone who has spent day in and day out with each character-pouring everything they have into each...
January 15, 2017
Hand In Hand
“I’d rather fall climbing a mountain hand in hand with someone I felt was my equal than to make it to the top by stepping on them.” Jason E. Hodges, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave 
