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


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


part of a book

i don’t look at emails

or text messages these days

not often, also

leave my cell phone off

don’t need to talk to anyone

these days

i miss the days when

i had friends & phone calls

today —

a day to be alone /

will go in my backyard

look at trees/ still green

(although autumn’s coming)

listen to birds

trying to figure what

birds are saying to each other

all is well in

my part of my world

i am

just tired

most days

time is moving on

faster than

i can keep up

i will have campbell’s tomato soup

and crackers tonight

will eat alone

i’ll light a red candle

and count the days


? ? ?

i, i, i

not sure what comes next


— Jim Wortham (August 8, 2020)

How I Got Rich

i saved all my coins

each day

in coffee cans


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 said

among themselves

in a bad market like this,

one lady who worked there

smiled & looked kindly at me

I over–heard the men investors say

this crazy guy just brought in a car load of

coffee cans from his pocket change

and he is going to invest it

in this down market

and lose every penny

of his savings

I asked the lovely investment lady

(i liked her smile, kindness & how she dressed)

to buy me

about $50 or more

of stocks selling for less than $1 a share

on the new york stock exchange

that she thought were good companies

(there were hundreds

or more well– known stocks

selling for less than $1 for one share)

I heard the men stock employees

say “this kid has no idea

what he is doing

he is going to lose everything”

i overheard them

and I said “hey buddies

I’m older than you

and i bought my first stock

when i was 14.”

(they thought I was joking

but i was telling the truth)

days later i received a letter

from the kind investment lady

telling what she

bought me


a few

years later

when most of the stocks

went up 10 to 20 times higher

(or more)

i bought my poetry shack

where i live & write from

totally in cash &

now i live a simple life

it’s like I’m living like a king

(but not a rich king)

and write


to make




& to my surprise

I’ve been lucky

enough for

4 books to be

recently published

can life get better

than this?


I received a letter today

from a reader of my books

from california

she said

“will you,


will you be my poetry man?”

Dancing with Depression


you are welcome

to hang out


during the past

you only visited


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 mustard

while listening

to old records

of the blues

I’m glad

I have someone

to talk to






—– Jim Wortham, August 1, 2022

Back to Dust

The days


too fast now

my body

is resisting


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

mail like

food coupons

& walmart ads


I have no energy

my body







—-Jim Wortham July 30, 2022


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 were taking turns driving (carpooling)

traveling to work at Communicare Clinic

in Hardensburg, Kentucky

It was your week to drive

and I saw what was going to happen

I cried “stop” in a shakey voice

At that moment

I saw through my window

that we were going to hit

the car crossing within

seconds, maybe in just one second

Both times, your car was suspended

STOPPED by an Angel

until the car crossing has passed

Melissa, if you read this,

do you remember it this way?

Do you remember

your car suspended for seconds

to avoid us being killed?

I felt angels afterwards

hovering over us on the way home

I remember this like it happened today

do you still remember it?

This happened over 25 years ago

I believe in Jesus

my Savior (since age (9)

God & the Holy Spirit

All three were working

in their special ways

to bring their Angels to

allow us to live

(PS: We both have worked to help

troubled people in this world &

we are both alive today

(Melissa is my facebook friend)

Blessings to all reading this

(written by Jim Wortham, July 11, 2011)

Words of Love


do you remember

the love

you sprinkled over me

that summer

we met?


your lips

tasted my lips

you were wearing

strawberry glossy lipstick


our arms


our hands fell


do remember?


i remember what happened

that night

do you?


can we get together again

and have

a night

like that?


it’s been

3 years

has it been too long

to try again?

please say

let’s get together



in my eyes you look the same

you smell the same

your lips taste the same

can we try again?








we are




and maybe


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 well known hotel

i used this NY city address for

my poetry books publishing office

i used this address so people throughout

the world would think i lived and wrote in NY

i found printers that could print my books

at a very inexpensive price

and i wrote several poetry books under pen names

sold thousands upon thousands of books

by pen names i won’t reveal yet

i also had another company using my real name

which i operated from louisville, kentucky

i also sold thousands of books

to readers who wrote to me in louisville

but there was glamor to using pen names

and a New York address

with an important sounding

publishing house name

i often thought

readers would not buy my poetry books

if they knew i wrote them,

me being a guy from louisville, kentucky?

no i thought

i had to be a guy from NY city

with poetic sounding pen names

i think i sold many

more books

that way

but don’t know for sure

who would buy poetry books

by some guy in louisville?

many readers came to NY city

to meet me

and discovered i was not there

the office manager would say

i was out of town,

or i had just left for Greece

or England

or Sweden

to work with another poet

on a new book

that’s the way i rolled

and now you know

why i could never have lunch

or dinner or a

late night’s evening with you

in NY city

but maybe

another day

or night

we can

spend together

over a candle lit dinner

By Jim Wortham (July 4, 2022)

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