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Monthly Archives: October 2015

my life in greenwich village

I can’t remember what year but I was about 18 or 20 years old wanting to live from my writing   Greenwich Village in New York city seemed the right place to begin   I rented a room at Greenwich Village Hotel for less than five dollarsĀ a day   I lived on the third floorContinue reading “my life in greenwich village”

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 31, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorized2 Comments on my life in greenwich village

he never became famous

I knew him then it was so many years ago it was his first year of college he talked about writing poetry and becoming famous he was determined to become famous before 25 years old in college he published his first poetry book his girlfriend paid for the printing of a thousand copies it soldContinue reading “he never became famous”

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 19, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on he never became famous

I have very little to give today

it hurts that I don’t have more to give no extra time no extra money nothing they expect but everything they don’t want . . . I can give a few minutes of time but that’s not enough for them I can give a couple of dollars but that’s not enough for them and whoContinue reading “I have very little to give today”

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 16, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on I have very little to give today

is it too late to pray?

this year I had some medical problems which I shared with some friends there were kind words but one friend thought I may not make it after I explained what my doctor said and what the diagnosis was, he seemed to be without words and after what seemed like 5 minutes of pure silence heContinue reading “is it too late to pray?”

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 14, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on is it too late to pray?

i am chilling today, no work, just play

I took a basket of food cheese, soft drinks, bread, crackers, mustard and went to the beach to chill out I let all concerns drift into the sky

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 13, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on i am chilling today, no work, just play

smell the coffee

it is becoming more difficult making it through the day alone smelling the coffee in the morning takes my mind off the list that must be done (or that will be put off another day) this day is starting out down in the dumps I am hoping I get the right mixture of coffee toContinue reading “smell the coffee”

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go easy

go easy into your next relationship relax enjoy it don’t rush if nothing more than a friendship happens remember that a friend is wonderful

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 12, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on go easy

a poet was born

I could never write a poem until you entered my life at that moment a poet was born

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be careful with me

be careful not to rearrange me into your idea of a perfect person I have traits you don’t like I know that but what you consider bad others may like allow me to remain the person that I am

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 12, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on be careful with me

young girl waiting for a phone call

a young girl sits beneath a tree tracing a design in the dirt with her small finger she looks into the sky then across the field and back into the sky again thinking about soldier she had been waiting for until today

Posted byJim WorthamOctober 12, 2015September 11, 2021Posted inUncategorizedLeave a comment on young girl waiting for a phone call

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