Change your life for the better by embracing personal privacy — I’m about to change your life. I’m not joking. This will be the best advice you’ve ever received. All you have to do is listen to me. Listen and take action. Trust me. Build a time machine. Go back and invest in Bitcoin… Just kidding. I want you to delete…

Canon Fodder is now available — Dear Medium readers, I’d like to announce that my new poetry collection, Canon Fodder: Poems Inspired by Classic Literature, is now available for purchase on Amazon in hardcover and paperback. To say I am proud of this work would be a grievous understatement. These poems, and one piece of short…

And how you can too with your writing — Making money on Medium is easy. It’s so easy in fact, everyone is doing it. How do I know everyone is doing it? Because every time I log into Medium I am told about it by a multitude of articles bragging about how easy it is to do. I’m told…

The writer your mother warned you about — Hello, fellow Medium addicts. My name is Jay Sizemore. You may recognize me from such films as “The Poet With Borderline Personality Disorder” or “How to Alienate an Entire Genre of Writers in Five Easy Moves.” I actually have an undiagnosed case of mild Tourette’s Syndrome, which I believe was…

Poem for Fourth of July — What’s more American than a mass shooting on the Fourth of July where the bottle rockets cry like children running through sprinklers made of blood? My soda water tastes like a bomb pop, and like that sweet cold confection the can is painted red, white, and blue, just in case I forget where my tax dollars are spent. The ghost…

Poem about the OceanGate Titan implosion — Sign this waiver before reading as this poem might claim your life. …

A poem —

a poem for Cormac McCarthy — The Storyteller ~for Cormac McCarthy If all stories have been told and there's only variance in their telling, what of gods then, who know all things? Future, past, present, swirled like honey around a silver spoon before stirring through so much bourbon meant to coat a singer's throat. Perhaps God is the story. Or it becomes the story through the…

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