What She Said Eye Like a Pirate. Rainy Day.

Jack Wilde Drummer. Guitarist. Flautist. Poet in denial.

Nature Notes Newspaper column

University of Southern Maine, Summer 2007

Flautist, Belfast, Maine, Summer 2007

University of Southern Maine, Summer 2007

The Monks By Jackson Wilde Dong, dong, the monks ring their evening bell, they gather around the great bronze statue of the Buddha, one bow, another bow, while they say their prayers, Buddha looks down at the bowing monks and says you have been kind, I will reward you, you will be treated fairly and remembered, and the he winked and stood frozen for the rest of eternity. ___________________________________________ Written October 2001, Xiamen, China Xavier Review Spring 2002

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