Poetry
Most of my poetry melts into my other works, lyrics for musicals or brief verse passages in screen or stage plays. But sometimes, a poem demands to be on its own. Is that pretentious enough for you?
A Museum of Art and Eggs
We are made of the art that comes before us. The paint flakes off and becomes our skin. We cannot escape the art museum, and it cannot escape us. Every canvas is a mirror. I see past lovers in every film. In this ekphrastic poetry collection, Jarred Corona explores what it means to consume and to be consumed, to love and be loved, to hurt and be hurt. Of course, there are plenty of eggs along the way. What else would you throw at the exhibits?
Butterfly Snuff
Death looms and comes for us all. It hides in stories, in the bedroom, on the wings of butterflies. It whispers that we are not good enough, and our works are mere whispers in a raging storm: impossible, pointless, and vanishing. butterfly snuff is the debut poetry collection of Jarred Corona. Stories, love, and despair swirl together on the winds. There are butterflies out for blood, and the hurricane rips away their wings.
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Other Poems
Oscar Isaac Wore a Hat - FreezeRay Poetry
"The Weeping Woman" by Pablo Picasso - FreezeRay Poetry
The Consequences of Being Colorblind - Zephyrus Magazine
Fishbowl - Zephyrus Magazine