chasing inspiration

it’s okay another day, another week, another month without inspiration to write // my writing life may be over I’ll still try even though nothing these days seems worth anyone reading I’ll keep trying waiting for a breakthrough _____________________________________ Jim Wortham (August 8, 2022)

Time, you are running so fast

time, you are speeding up i am slowing, slowing, slowing // down went to sleep after 5 am yes, sleep problems nightly thinking/worrying about whatever floats through my mind i make myself get up at 11:30 am eat grapes drink coffee read part of a book i don’t look at emails or text messages these

My Broken Angel

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My Broken Angel

How I Got Rich

i saved all my coins each day in coffee cans and in 2008 & 2009 when the great recession happened I took all my cans of money to a brokerage company in louisville —- the professional investment folks working there that day thought I wasn’t quite right —- no one does something like this they

Dancing with Depression

depression you are welcome to hang out here during the past you only visited occasionally It’s now like this —- I lost my parents, brother & pets I have a room & an empty bed for you but feel free to hang out & we will eat crackers & pickled pig feet & sardines with

Back to Dust

The days pass too fast now my body is resisting sleep falling asleep at 2, 3, 4 sometimes it’s 5:30 a.m. I get up at noon no desire to eat I eat things from like tuna, sardines pickled eggs & pickled pig feet & dollar store crackers & candy I leave my cabin to get

SAVED TWO TIMES BY ANGELS

Dear Melissa. do you remember Angels suspending your car two times in a week? Preventing 2 head on accidents? We both most likely could be dead Each time, another car ran a stop sign on their side of the street We came face to face with death seconds from happening It happened two times We

Words of Love

POEM 1 do you remember the love you sprinkled over me that summer we met? POEM 2 your lips tasted my lips you were wearing strawberry glossy lipstick POEM 3 our arms embraced our hands fell downward do remember? POEM 4 i remember what happened that night do you? POEM 5 can we get together

Being a Poet in NY City

in past poems i shared how i wanted to be a poet and how i failed upward and finally published books that sold now i’ll tell how i went to NY city located an office in the rich part of the city that furnished mail forwarding & telephone answering service i lived in a cheap