Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

The Essential Christian


I am the very essence of a Christian Existentialist. 
I don’t quote Soren Kierkegaard, and Saint Jerome’s my nemesis.  
I write infernal verses on such things as God and cannabis.
I am the very essence of a Christian Existentialist.

A Christian Existentialist defines oneself, insisting only
on such premises as this, in a self-existing, lonely
solitary state, hereby related by an Existential
Christian, since that's what I am, simply, at my most essential.

 I am the very essence of a Christian Existentialist.
Everyone who knows me knows I call myself “Hieronymous
Corey”, and my story is my business, but if you insist,
you’ll see such poetry as this, because I simply can’t resist.