In The Words Of R. C. Morrow: "JARDAY is a misanthrope. That is to say he doesn't hate you as an individual, he hates you because of your race. A world class drunk and father, Allen has wisdom to spare--although he's not sharing that or his Vodka either."
JARDAY resides in northern Maine with his wife and son.[Contact]
- scurry on wings
- pretense and predisposition 1
- pretense and predisposition II
- All is all
- HIGHBALL
- BOLD
- why I cannot smile
- hallo you
- Starchild
- a harem on earth
- why I cannot sleep
- not blind
- The Devils Advocate
- High Maintenance
- lies naked in bed
- O2
- Dance of the Homicidal
- Best stale loaf
- ply b ply
- just to be
- maybe its fate
- There is beauty
- the wind belongs
- I Went to Spain with Beelzebub
- Letters and essays
- Manic Suicider
- Son of Law
- A Fall Toward Peace
- Inscentive
- The Lost and The Found
- Transcients
- Questioning the Wind
- measure
- am
- A Brief Intercourse on Sexuality
- Salvation is the assumption that
- Salt spray fiery white
- One of Many Truths About a Lamp
- Three blades of grass
- all was said and done
- The wind is layered
- Leaf Strokes
- room
- The Lords Prayer
- free
- A Brief Multifaceted Conversation
- See how the letters
- in ch g Operates u on
- Take it or Leave it
- When the rain finds
- face of dusk
- the formless tree
- essence
- Among the Naked Trees
- The Midnight Train
- Same Waitress Same Old Poet
- Dedication of All That I Might Put My Name To
- Beauty Need Not Intent
- Our Soundtrack
- terrible
- Observation of a Tree
- The Life and Death of Alfred Painter
- The Anchor Holds
- Big as Life
- Arrival of the Crazy Man on the Corner
- Only two eyes and a cigarette
- For the record
- Yes in the morning
- Of Becoming a Man
- I'll take it from here dad
- Because We're Older Now Than We Once Were