Friday, December 31, 2010

who are you

I am America.
English. Cherokee.
Irish. And Polynesian.

Look at my hands
Travel the deep scars
As far back as they will take you.

Listen to my heart
That beats half-dead
Inside my body.

Look at my eyes. Deep into the Darkness
Of my soul. And you will know

Who I am.

(C) 2011 James Eric Watkins

Friday, December 10, 2010

Hello . . . Hello . . . Hello . . . .

is there anybody out there . . . .

I will be on the radio next Thursday reading a poem by Robert Frost.

It will air at 11:00 am. Southern Indiana Time.

96.7 FM

Sunday, December 05, 2010

"I know you and you know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free."

I just wanted to say that I've been swamp and haven't had a second of spare time (which sucks because one shouldn't have to spare time, especially with friends. I'm talking real friends, not everybody whose on your damn facebook or my space, but a thing one can really believe in, people that we can beilive in.)

Anyway. I love you. And you know who you are,

Be well in all that you do, my special friends.

~ James
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    And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.

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