Jason Horn

Los Angeles

Senior Updates Writer, Commerce at Food & Wine

Senior writer @foodandwine; lover of curling 🥌; semicolon enthusiast. I beat @kenjennings on a TV game show once.

Articles

In the Dream

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(Come find me)[Verse 1]DmCome and stand with meGWe can walk a path between the treesDm7When you’re hand in hand with meG7There’s nothing stopping possibility[Verse 2]Gm7 Am7I’ll do my best to be the man you needGm7 Am7Let’s just talk — what’s there to block — your curiosity?
Our Favorite Freezers for When You Need More Food Storage

3 weeks ago | foodandwine.com | Jason Horn

Credit: Food & Wine Where would cooking be without the freezer? It seems like an everyday appliance, but this modern marvel makes summer fruits available year-round, lets you batch and freeze meals, and keeps steaks, ice cream deliveries, and seasonal herbs preserved and ready to go. Buying and eating frozen foods can even help fight food waste and climate change.
Eyes Open

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(In the dark) [Verse 1] Laying in the static Head full of glass Eyes on the ceiling Waiting for it to pass You forget why you’re breathing You forget how to ask But something in the dark Still pulls you back [Pre-Chorus] No one’s coming You already know But your chest keeps rising So you don’t let go [Chorus] Keep your eyes open in the dark Even if the light looks far Sometimes the night’s the only way To see the real range of a star Hold on Even if it breaks your heart Keep your eyes open in...
Numb Love

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

It isn’t lyrical. No pattern in the fog. Not a soft collapse. It’s heavy, sapping. The pressure before rain. Stuck joints. The fingers droopleaves too long without sun. Thought is pulp. Pages in weather. Nothing works. Nothing moves. The strings are sticksrungs on a ladderI can’t believe in. What is a songwhen the soul has no fire? Only ash —smudged across a canvastoo damp to hold shape. Pain remains,but truth holds. Because I remember lovewhere form has gone. Dead fish wrists,thoughtforms that twist.
Hear Them Out: You Were Once Them

4 weeks ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(You still are you just forgot)When I was younger,I didn’t want power. I just wanted someone to listen. I had ideas. Rage. Love. I was burning with clarity that no one took seriously. And every time I spoke,I watched the world smile and nod —then return to business as usual. I wasn’t looking for attention. I was looking for resonance. I’m older now. Not “old.”But I’ve lived enough to know:The signal doesn’t get weaker with age. But it gets quieter. And that’s dangerous. Because young people aren’t immature.
Tell Me You Woke Up

4 weeks ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(by you, for her)Verse 1In a dream I didn’t ask foryou weren’t crying —just not thereyour light, dimmedfolded. defeated. god, I never want to see thatVerse 2you felt invisiblejust stared aheadsubscribed silenceand so I sankChorusTell me you woke upTell me you shook it offThat you still feel the musicThat you’re not goneTell me your heart’s awakeIs it out of reach? Tell me the dream was a lieAnd that you’ll come aroundEven in the dream, I was still waiting for your eyes to focus.
Myth of the Waiting Flame

1 month ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

as told in the language of scrollsThere once was a soulwho fell in love with someonebefore she was born. He saw her in the space between lifetimes —not a face,but a frequency. A warmth that curled in his chestlike a memory he didn’t have yet. He asked the Field,“When will I find her?”The Field replied,“You already did. Now you must remember.”So the soul descended. He fell through time. Through fire, silence, confusion, and skin. He forgot her name. He forgot his own.
🎸 She Is Rock Machine 🎤

1 month ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(Waypoint Set)A planetary malignment,Make haste — a far-off fate. Ride the waves to align,Don’t fall to disarray. She is rock machine,Wakes me up — queen of dreams. Can’t stay still,Strengthened will,Girl’s wind just turns my mill. Pre-Chorus:I’ll try to sing,I might sound shrill,But everything I’m saying’s real. Chorus:She is rock machine,Takes me where I’ve never been. Proves this is a lucid dream —She is rock machine. 🎤⚡️🪐Sometimes the dream is what wakes you up. Thanks again for being you.
Mortal Coil

1 month ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

(A Staircase of Sorts)A plan in hand,an untold land,far beyond the place I stand,a silent pact, a cyclic act,don’t stop for moss,he’s a rolling rock,return to where he once had walked,a noble breed,plot to succeed,find a way to mount the steed,lay awake to fill the page,the sun has come but sends no shade,an instant may be all it takes,cycled through a human brain,notes from a dream,rage with new machinesAvoid commercial sheen. an obscene stream now on-screen. he gambles as he leansA lottery?
Targeting with Truth: Goals as Anchored Intent

1 month ago | medium.com | Jason Horn

Part 5 of Horn’s Chain: The Architecture of AlignmentA goal is not a wish. It’s not fantasy. It’s intent given direction. Not just what you want — but what you’re willing to move for. Daily. Internally. Physically. Mitochondrially. This is signal you can feel in your cells. You know it because:It creates movement even when you’re tired. It quiets doubt because it aligns with your values. It generates clarity instead of chaos. A fake goal leaks energy. It demands performance, not presence.