Ghost Ship (Poem)

I wanted to give up the ghost But the ghost left first. Now I'm left in transit In the portholes where I still fit. Sometimes I slip from out of the mist Into some sweet personified verse. Others I'm drifting amongst the Helm And the figurehead which I yearn.

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Jak Whitfield Creative in 2018

Hi there everyone, What a year. Life, physically and creatively, has continued to relentlessly surprise and challenge. I've met some amazing people in the process, both online and in-person; everlasting thanks goes to you who follow me on this site, as many of you are consistently reading and liking my bizarre writings and drawings, and … Continue reading Jak Whitfield Creative in 2018