J. H. Stan

A Selfish Act

I found a razor in the road, And stopped to wonder why. Pristine and gleaming It lay there To help an angel die. She pulled it from her purse one day, Tucked in a crevice clever. With hope to use it sharp someday, To help a vessel sever. I screamed to Stop! And it she threw, But yet she did not fail, My heart was cut in two that day And has never been so frail. (posted by J. H. Stan 2 years 83 days ago.)

A Friend in a Bottle

I read the note from my old friend Frederic: “And like a message in a bottle," he explained, “I sent my resume to a company and forgot about it..." It brought me to a memory of another bottle and the circle that it took with that same friend years ago. One summer, while traveling from London to a small sun-baked, fresco adorned town in northern Italy where I was to spend two glorious months under the pretense of studying law... (posted by J. H. Stan 2 years 103 days ago.)

The Tiger and the Rabbit

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a great forest which stood for thousands of years. The forest held vast amounts of mighty trees and lush foliage which grew green and full and bloomed throughout each year. Deep in the center, on thickly padded moss covered paths in so deep a place that no human ever imagined, lived a small family of rabbits. There was Pappa and Momma rabbit and 3 baby rabbits. The family was... (posted by J. H. Stan 4 years 149 days ago.)

In Contemplation of the Death of My Brother

Introduction People often accuse, or, rather, characterize me as being distant or hard to read. Perhaps because nobody asks what I am feeling I dont say. Here I say. I Gone Nathan was the last to come into our family, but, sadly, the first to leave. Before his arrival our family had been complete at five. We are again five but will never be, can never be, complete again. Collectively... (posted by J. H. Stan 4 years 230 days ago.)