James : Writing

Sliding Rock

Sliding Rock

A Poem by James


When I was a kid we would go up to Ellijay Ga, and play in Holly Springs. It's the coldest water I've ever been in, but oh, so fun.
Death of the Hanging Tree

Death of the Hanging Tree

A Poem by James


A work of pure fiction
A Blue Collar Boy

A Blue Collar Boy

A Poem by James


No matter how hard you try you can never hide who you are, or where you come from