Jason E. Fort

I always post something on September 11th. This time I forgot to post, but I wrote this poem on the even of 9/11 lying in bed, and...

We were on opposite ends of the spectrum As anyone could see... You the Loves-life-to-the-fullest Bartender And then there's...

Whoop-ty-doo I saved a few. But now my face Is black and blue. But it was surely A worthy cause; I didn't hesitate, I did not...

Little Noah sat in his sand box, His animal toys scattered about. The sky above was cloudy; Impending rain, there was no doubt. But his...