http://slow.writerscafe.org/JamesMA The original writings of author James en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Mine is a worldthat see's through the shadeof my own forgotten lustfor more For moreof the tragedies of sinand wasteFor more of the time wastedwasted on waitingwaiting on wasteddreamsMusic and dancehold not a chancefor a melodylost to deaf earsThe sky is darkon a hot sultry nightand t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2766652/ Can I just sit a little bit longerStare out the windowand watch the sun rise.It's a long day living in the shadowshiding my facelike some beaten down guy.We all got a little more life leftWe all got a little more timeWe all got a room full of sunshineFighting the moonlight, trying to stay alive.You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2765989/ Sorry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2464445/ The road is long and the mountain is highthe wind makes that lonesome sound.The Bull Frog croaks and the Blue Bird singsa song heard all around.Riding high under a Carolina skyHome is a hill top awayWhen I get back thereto my front porch chairthat's where I'm going to stay.I can get me a job hauling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2464437/ Just a little Ditty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2461765/ Just goofing off while I've got a minute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2177370/ I took a swing at a fine crystal vasewith a cracked batIt didn't breakbut the bat didit shattered like a window tossed from a two story buildingslivers of hickory wood like shards of glasscovered the floors so you couldn't walk without feeling my painI tried to sweep them with a broomand I hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2176569/ Bottom shelf whiskey feels good on a cutand the Bible's not healing the the painA bar stool's spinning, keeping her feet off the groundevery man feels the same.Cigarette smoke cast a haze on the roomneon lights the wayThe bourbon on his breath hides the shame on his faceEvery girl looks the same.She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2176158/ Every song's a love song if you sing it from the heartand every verse a tragedy We knew it from the start.Now I sit in shadows waiting for you to findthat place in your in your heart where you hid a piece of mine.Memories are like teardrops I hope they never goone stains my dirty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2176150/ For my dear friend who took her own life. I miss her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2175857/ I lost a dear friend yesterday. She gave in to her demons and left a void in the world that can never be filled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2175699/ Just a fun story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2158742/ A Dumb Little Song. I back it up with clawhammer banjo Standard Bum-Ditty with some drop thumb. I played it as is with the intro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2149064/ Thick with fog and sorrow's walkwhen words die slow and thoughts wander off;a man will dream of loved ones goneand friends who have left and those who are lost.A friendly wave or a lover's knockcan't replace the dream and years that are gone.Year's that have past in a moment of time;It's time that w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2146484/  Poetry fadesa little on Thursdays.It’s failingbreathcan’t beheard above a whisper,ignored bymost and unattended by the rest, admired by a fewtimid mindsfor its beautyand reviledfor its grace.It’s left todie on Friday;Saturday&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2099679/ Limericks are supposed to be bawdy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2073551/ Light that shone through the treesin rays that scorched the midnight groundand brightened a path for me to seeas I searched my way through a darkened wood.I found on my nightly walk, through fallen leaves and the damp air of an early fall the quiet reflection lost in the busy cadence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2073549/ The people prayed and the sky fell silent.In the clouds, their voices fell like rainback to an unforgiving Earth,a mother, who has abandoned her childrenand sits in wait for them to return to her --Wanderers who stop and stare at the placewhere the pleas of the deceased are scatteredare careful not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2043032/ Pinto beans and cornbreadcarried us through the lean times;twice a week they kept us fed through the layoffs at the carpet milland when they quit building houses on the lake.Daddy went north to dig coalin the Kentucky mines.Momma helped us forget with tomato soup from a can and grille.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2023015/ Watching my neighbor work in the muddy garden patch on a warm March day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/2020829/ I remember my fatherwhen I was youngand he still had the lungsof a young man.The dirt under his nails,the black sootthat never washed from the back of his neckor from the creases that moved from his eyes;those deep lines of a life lived in laborare etched in my memorylike the jagged rocks from Black.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1957496/ Just a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1946214/ Just goofing off a little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1945486/ The desert heat in Julyis much the same as it is in May,I've felt it in both months,dry, stifling -- dry, and cold at night.The desert tortoise comes out;I've found him during the dayin the shade of a creosote bushhalf in and half out of his dug burrow. When I was twenty-twoI didn't see the bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1926619/ This is not an autobiographical account. I wrote it a while back after working with older Vets fighting for benefits and care. It's the system that's broken not the people in it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1924801/ as I stood at the base of the cliff,I looked skywardat the sheer rock.And I as I stared, with the sun in my eyes,I wondered aloudat what I was doing in this spot.And while I was wonderinga dog walked by,he sniffed the ground at my feetand paid me no mind.And after the dog had wandered offa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1923948/ We took a trip in the summer of '98Canoeing down the Cumberland River.A rented boat, two extra paddles,A cooler secured with duct tape,Sunscreen " and we were ready to go.It was her first time in a canoe,Her first time on the river " her first time,With me --Majestic is overused in languageBut relev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1913389/ A trip through any southern city will give you a taste of several musical genres, everything from gospel, folk, country, bluegrass, and jazz. Many times they blend together into something special. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1909087/ I spent last night in Chattanooga, Tennessee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1908640/ http://tankajournal.com/issue.php?id=8&issue=5 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1907657/ Hear my voice on a cool Spring evening It whispers through the trees,carried on the sea breeze across the coastal plainto rest on your gentle lobe.And see my face in the dusky hazestaring deeply into your brown eyes set aglow with the setting sun.Feel my hands in your hair, my breath on your fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1907416/ STOP!!!!The person at this address has movedHe went to find his mindit left a while agoFor a year he's been fumbling aroundaimlessly without a brainbumping into walls and stubbing his toewalking blindly through cities with nowhere to goNow he's left, in search of cerebral peaceI'll let you know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1905558/ Peace in my soulPeace in my lifePeace in the ValleyFreedom from strifePeace to my brotherForgiveness for mePrayer for my enemiesHis light I see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1905005/ I feel the devil calling me,a voice I choose not to hearHe's called before when I was youngBut even then I refused to listenGrowing up with an innate sense of rightand wrongThe path to righteousness was easy to findbut laden with snares and pitfallsI've been caught in my share (more than) --In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1903927/ Listening to the rain prance on a darkened skylightkeeping time with a banjo that's out of tune.I can hear a piano striking keys in another roomcarrying music through the walls as I break a string.The rat-ta-tap-tat of the rain beating above my headdrowns out the melody of the night.I am afraid that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1903909/ I'm a little late posting this. But a few weeks ago it snowed after two weeks of warm weather. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1903685/ "It was a good poem,"the poet said to his poet friend."I think it's your best work yet."The poet offered a smirk as he watched his wadded-up poem float away."It doesn't matter, no one would have read it anyway." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1903385/ When I first saw himStanding on a street cornerHe was wearing a sign around his neckIt was simple, white heavy stock paperWritten on with black magic marker.I never got close enough to read the sign.I walked passed on the other side of the roadCareful to avoid an uncomfortable glance.Yesterday I saw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1903255/ I left something in Kentuckyjust north of Jellicolost, now in the CumberlandYouth is never wasted --It's spent,When she took my hand and led me over the rocks and into the streamI wasn't sure if it was the cold wateror the feel of her skin against minethat caused my stomachto clinch and rise to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1902998/ Just for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1880684/ True story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1877197/ Just some thoughts on a cold night when I couldn't sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1873479/ A simple 2-minute poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1871613/ Every man can relate...and some women, I'm sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1861679/ Just having a little fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1859624/ She didn't have to tell me her story, the bruises on her face and the hopelessness in her eye's told me all I needed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1858409/ Lord, we come together today to give ThanksTo you for all your many blessings.We Thank you, for our family and for our friends,For our jobs, and for our homes.We Thank you for our health and for the health of our children. Lord, we come together to ask you to forgive our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1856427/ Third town in three years,and a job in the mill, cleaning dustbins at night.It’s minimum wage, but you get Labor Day off,and enough money left over on paydayto buy a carton of cigarettes and a case of beer.Lot rent is due every SaturdayDon't forget to pay the light bill.The damn school needs m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1853828/ “Where’re you from?” That’s usually the first question I get when people first meet me. I guess I am a little bit different,after all, I was born on a hill-side farm, so steepthat daddy had to go out every morning and turn the cows aroundso their legs wouldn’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1850850/ Another fast food SundayUp at 7, no sleeping in, everyone gets a bath...hair parted,always to the right.Momma's got her best dress out,black, with white flowersfaded and frayed at the edges,no one will notice, that's what she tells herselfrunning her fingers over the delicate lace collar.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JamesMA/1842904/