Written Jan. 2, 2007 : 12:45 AM by Jonathan Kraft Can I do it? Is there enough within me to do what needs to be done in order to make it happen? Of course there is. But why then, does…
Poem: April 20th Coyotes
April 20, 1996 Jonathan is 16 I listen to the coyotes howl, and enjoy it to the fullest; For I know I will miss it when they are gone
Poem: Rainmaker
4/20/99 by Jonathan Kraft The Day of the Columbine shootings Rainmaker, come tonight. Bring your rain. To cool us down To let us think To let us be. Something horrible happened today. So please, bring your rain. …
Poem: Focus From An Unknown Date
UNKNOWN DATE (sometime in 2009) by Jonathan Kraft It seems everything is telling me that I need to focus And all I want to do is breathe. Why do I view focusing and breathing as mutually exclusive? I see so…
You Are Beautiful – You May Miss It
2 People Described The Same Person To A Forensic Artist. This is what happened:
The Most Destructive Thought Of The Week
I turned on the radio to find some inspiration about something that I’m having difficulty with, and I heard a song that’s an anthem to the weekend. In a roundabout way, this song has helped me remember some things. Funny…
Top 5 Rude Things People Do On Airplanes
This is out of the ordinary for me, as normally I’m talking about the positive aspects of travel and flights. But of course, any time you get on a flight with 30-400 of your closest stranger friends (kind of like…
Poem: The Faceless Enemy
The Faceless Enemy by Jonathan Kraft In memory of those who lost their lives in Boston yesterday… and the families and loved ones most deeply feeling that loss You come faceless You come to take You come to take our…
War And Battle Is America’s Predominant Flow
Living in America is about doing battle. That’s the flow of America. To resist this fact here is like resisting the flow of India. That’s why being in America often feels like there’s no time. I must battle against time…
Poem: Everyday I Make A Choice
Written Mid-April of 1995 when Jonathan is 15 by Jonathan Kraft Everyday I make a choice whether or not to use my voice The choice I make might show others me But will they know me by what they see?…