Jeremy D. Wells
Biography of Jeremy D. Wells
Jeremy D. Wells was raised in the Appalachian foothills of eastern Kentucky where the trees, streams, fields, hollows and people influenced every fibre of his being.
After working for various small newspapers across southern and central Ohio, Jeremy moved to Austin, TX where he currently lives and works as a freelance writer.
Jeremy D. Wells Poems
Untitled (My Director)
Feed me a line and I'll speak it Give me a script and I'll read it My improvisation is obviously insufficient, my director and though I surely believed I was chosen for the natural talents I displayed,
I took a shower with shampoo today, using the last sliver of soap to wash my face, and turning the bottle upside down, balancing it on its too small neck and lid,
Heather Was Just A Girl
Heather was just a girl Just a little eastern Kentucky girl A little hillbilly girl Little half naked hillbilly Heather
When Janie Comes Marching Home
When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah!
'My people was music. Their lives were poems told in the old language of earth and season,
For Jesse Stuart
Jesse, Be glad that you are dead, Because I read your stories Of Kentucky in spring
I took a shower with shampoo today,
using the last sliver of soap to wash my face,
and turning the bottle upside down,
balancing it on its too small neck and lid,
so that its contents could drain,
and I'd have enough to clean my body.
I dried off with a clean towel,
one I had just washed at the corner laundromat,
using the last of my dish soap,