Written October 31, 1995 When Jonathan is 16 The Fog by Jonathan Kraft The Fog Chilling, and yet compelling because of its quiet eerieness I stand and watch the fog, myself being in the fog, and see the fog create…
Poem: Why Do I Run To Utopia
It is October 29, 1996 and Jonathan is 17 I used to have a strong desire to confront, to face, to standup to speak out against… Then something changed It changed without my knowing, it changed without even bothering to…
Poem: A Rose
A Rose Written by Jonathan Kraft in Fall 1993 (Jonathan is 13) I had a rose which withered and died but I kept it around Simply inside It was a love that had ended without a pain that would have…
Sprichwort (Advice): Pursue The Story In Your Heart
And you start to believe your hands and your eyes and your ears and the stories they are telling you… And those stories, if you let them, will become more true than the story in your heart, the one which…
Denver in the morning
Sirens and trash trucks and yelling people started very early this morning. Stopped fighting the noises and decided to walk outside. Pretty brisk morning. Above is 16th street mall at 4:30 am. Here’s the Capitol Building (currently under renovations).
Love For A City: An Amazing Tribute
A beautiful tribute to San Francisco mornings
Poems: The Elements
The Elements by Jonathan Kraft Written October 18 1995 when Jonathan is 16 The Elements Earth You sustain all living things on the planet, simply by being what you are. Yet you’ve never asked for any Recognition. You seem just…
Crazy Human Influence: Easier Thank You Think
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Same same, but different
Tonight I am heading to a book reading for someone who spent some time in Delhi, India. I found this through a Meetup. www.meetup.com. I actually used it to meet up with internet marketers in New Zealand, and through that…
Poem: Touchdown In Memphis
Touchdown in Memphis by Jonathan Kraft Written in October 1993 when Jonathan was 13 (This is one of the first poems I wrote that I shared with other people.) Touchdown in Memphis Touchdown in Memphis I went up into the…