Photography © Jay Miner



I’ve got blood on my hands.
Not because I’ve killed someone,
But because I may kill someone.
Except it’s on the back of my hands,
Not the palms,
Where the lather seeps from the cracks
Erupting from my desiccated skin,
Cracking like tines of a comb
Causing static shocks
Singeing my hands with pain
As I count myself lucky.


Anthony Ward chooses to write because he has no choice. He tries not to write but he just can’t help himself. He writes to get rid of himself and lay his thoughts to rest.

Jay Miner is a writer, photographer, publisher, former wrestler and judoka. He currently works as a Registered Dietitian in the healthcare field and lives in an undisclosed location.