In the Morning Night

searching corridors
of night, I find Truth hiding
in a darkened room.


the bad time is here.
the cold time.
the sit in the kitchen
with no shirt and absorb
the cold time. the
brain of pain time.
writing with a black ballpoint
pen time. the no real light time.
the dark time. This is the bad time.


out here, in the morning night
3:00 a.m. finds me again
waiting for the sun

while praying for clouds
and wishing for a peaceful dream.




Good Night.

a quick peek through my window

I’m havin’ one of those days when I’m all alone and have PLENTY to do. But poetry keeps calling to me. So, in between studying art history, here’s a little snapshot for you.



Snap-Shot

red Arizona stone
sitting in a Kentucky home
just being, participating
in being alone, in stillness

while the last warm day
before winter shines
through my window
of experience.

Excellent Lecture, I Must Say

Tonight at Hanover College,
I observed Ed Begley Jr.’s environmental lecture.

He spoke passionately. Yet his hand
was like any other man's--- with a passion.

I am tired.
I will
write more
later.

love, James