F. Jason Whitaker Writer

Poem for Saturday, August 31, 2024 These hours I dream of boys I've known throughout the years, I miss those times we had and I wish I had them again. ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ https://filmmakerjasonwhit.wixsite.com/photo ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ video editing: ⁠⁠https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sJ3M

Poem for Friday, August 30, 2024 Trapped within, stories untold, ready to unfold in a moment to fill a void made by an absence. I need help. I need someone to buy me the following:   https://murfelectricbikes.com/products/the-higgs-cargo   https://murfelectricbikes.com/collections/trailers   https://murfelectricbikes.com/products/bap-0acb899c-fdcd-4b89-9974-38598eda8c4d   https://murfelectricbikes.com/collections/safety/products/helmet-thousand-chapter   https://murfelectricbikes.com/collections/rear-rack-packs/products/bap-02891e32-756b-4edb-be49-986c929d9710   https://murfelectricbikes.com/collections/safety/products/kryptonite-evo-series-4-1090-chain ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https:/

 Poem for Wednesday, August 28, 2024 Sunny day. Nothing to say. ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ https://filmmakerjasonwhit.wixsite.com/photo ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ video editing: ⁠⁠https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sJ3MSddoSw ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://vimeo.com/240788065⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCJvaILKxZQ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https:/

Poem for Tuesday, August 27, 2024 Waking hours dreaming of a time when you were here but now you’re gone. September will soon arrive it brings tears to my eyes to think of you not being here. I hold onto the memories  of your life as I go through another day of missing you… ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ https://filmmakerjasonwhit.wixsite.com/photo ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube

Poem for Monday, August 26, 2024 These empty days the places I remember you these hours recalling those moments you were here. ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ https://filmmakerjasonwhit.wixsite.com/photo ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://youtube.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ video editing: ⁠⁠https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sJ3MSddoSw ⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://vimeo.co

Poem for Sunday, August 25, 2024 Late night, years ago, sofa in living room, we talked and we kissed. Foreskin pulled back, tip into my mouth, until he filled my mouth. On my bed we went and on top of him I remained until he left never to be seen by me again. ⁠http://swellcast.com/jason29171⁠ https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ Poems and Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/bFYc1kO⁠ Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography: ⁠https://a.co/d/5htw2lz⁠ ⁠https://jason29171.substack.com/⁠ ⁠⁠https://medium.com/@jason29171⁠⁠ https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171 https://neobook.org/jason29171/ ⁠⁠https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker⁠⁠ ⁠https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71⁠ https://filmmakerjasonwhit.wixsite.com/photo ⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠ ⁠⁠Another Day, Another Podcast⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/jason29171⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠ ⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/pho