Living
Roll around
in what is known as
the now.
in what is known as
the now.
Greetings from the far side of sanity. Welcome . . . to a world of poetry, creative nonfiction, and occasional fiction as told by James Eric Watkins. And sometimes, I post the lyrics to a song that strikes me as having a message that needs to be shared.
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And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.
4 Comments:
How are you, Mr. Waltkins??
I am crawling out of a deep hole. I'm back. Friends. Poetry. The website and magazine. The whole damn thing. I lost my way. Just when I thought I had it all figured out, life jerked the carpet out from underneath me. I know I did it but it feels good at the moment to blame some entity called life. Love ya"ll.
Sassy. New blog: Another Endless Saga
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aw we all fall down, just some folks pretend they don't. lol love you both!
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