I am a writer, only as longas I do what real writers dolike stumbling to my desk, bleary-eyed, at 3 AMto scribble a barely legible three-word phrasetwo words of whichI’ll scratch out in the morning Poems by Jerry Iwanus Published poems Home before you know itThe here and nowThe junkyard Poems published on this site or on Medium Radioactive wasteFor shameKindlingThe first timeThe endThe appointed dayTimeThe fangThe choiceShutteredArachnidHomelessMayfliesThe flyIke JimeLa tempête de fin octobreTo RicTo ShelFedor IvanovychWhimsyRise againThe visitor comesThe fraternal occupant(Our) Love at 60WaitingThe Tickle (For Sara and Alex)For Jillian (On her wedding)AboiteauPointe-Sapin Reading time:1 min read Post published:2026-05-06 Post category:Published poetry Post author:Jerry Iwanus