Poems from Jamesc

May I Speak? May I speak?   This poem… is Sex. These words… are Sex.   Each syntactic organization a new position, And each repetition a...
I can take a whole world and flip it on its head.    Don’t believe me, just watch.    Ou êtes-vous maintenant?    Vous êtes sur les rues de...
Our words are like a sword.  They sting and slash through flesh as a knife would cut through bread.  Those slurs and calls that break the...
I sit on the sand; a myriad of stars surround me.  The sea foam nips at my toes, while the wild wind whips across my chest. I am bare...
Holler from the highest mountain tops! Tumble town the hills of green plenty! Live for Love, And live for Life! Let not the sands of Time...

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