The Far Side Banks of Jordan:

Poems of longing and attachment from this side of the JOURNEY, with an eye toward the Other-Side. All of the poems here were written by N. Thomas Johnson-Medland. Feel free to use them as you wish, just credit the author and send me a copy. tomjohnsonmedland@gmail.com

Bathed In Words

I’ve been bathed in words. Surrounded and covered with all their meaning, fed and nourished on sound. From my earliest days I have escaped ...

I Saw It

I saw it in your eyes, mostly. That you didn’t understand exactly what I was saying. And then, all of the sudden you emerged again, like...

Find the Place

Find the place where one word snuggles in and next to another word; the place where the sound they create in such close proximity is full o...

Aging Self

The tall, dark green walls of cornstalks line the road. A luge through the farmland and countryside of Lancaster. The geese fly overhea...

Someday

Someday, the sky will drop a poem right onto your lap, or maybe into your pocket. So be sure to check them; and check often. It may not b...

Torn From the Cloth

They have joined a larger cloth whose whole escapes my view. They have been torn from one side of life’s quilt and added to another. This h...

Perched As I Am

Perched as I am on solid ground; I am watching the wind marshal her forces and gather her friends. First, dust clouds. Then, leaves. And, l...

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