Jesse Ellsbury was born in Washington D.C. but grew up in the suburbs. He wrote his first poem when he was fourteen, and it started a lifelong passion. He attended the University of Maryland, Baltimore County of a full Humanities and taught with AmeriCorps before earning his Master of Arts in Teaching at the University of Pittsburgh. He is a licensed English teacher and enjoys it, but his heart will always be with his black pen, not his red one. His work can be allusive, abrasive, elusive, philosophical, witty, and even apocalyptic, but it is diverse and has a literary depth, detail, and humor that can be eye-opening. If he didn't intend to have the career path of Edgar Allen Poe or Emily Dickenson, he might amount to something.
Depression is something nobody gets,
not even those afflicted with it.
With the sponge on your eyes and the veil on your head,
you’re too busy wond’ring what it’s like to be dead
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Poem!
How dare you defy me
the words at my command.
I am your creator,
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Why does quicksand exist?
Why does the lightning strike like a wildcat
growling from the midst?
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The bubbles fly so fervently,
Down my parched and painful throat,
The straw amidst
The blocks of ice,
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It was a day in early May
When the two sat on a hill,
Staring into the sea.
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