Jay Braddock

We are miners
hard rock miners
to the shaft house
we must go
Our bottles
on our shoulders
We are marching to the slopes.
On the line, boys,
on the line, boys
Drill your holes and stand in line
till the shift boss
comes to tell you
you must drill her out on top.
Can't you feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a miner while he is still young.
Two years and the silicosis takes hold,
and I feel like I'm dying from mining for gold.

--traditional song--

Did you get the metaphor? ;)

Hi everyone.
I'm Jay and this is my web site. If you're interested, you can read a little about me..... but since you're here you probably already know that I write poetry, so feel free to check it out. Or if you don't want to bother with my stuff, at least read some of my favorite poets. You can also see some of my publishing credits and decide if I'm really worthy of your admiration! ;) If you just need some quick-fix inspiration, go to my favorite words of wisdom . And if you just really want to get away from me, go here.

NEW: Ephrath is up! Part of it anyway. Check it out.

Ok, so that's me in the picture up there, but it's me about two years ago. I look very different now. So I'm going to try to get some new pictures up sometime.....may not be till fall, but I will do it. Hang tight.

Took Me has been published! Please email me if you'd like to order a copy.

Email: fishbone71@hotmail.com