Author: James Landrith

Just Another Greenwich Village Fantasy by James Landrith you say coffeehouse philosopher I say fuck you What do you know of passion? Pain? Joy? Reality? I know what you know. I saw it on...

Daryl’s Song by James Landrith In your search for nirvana, just close your mind. You will be surprised by what you don’t find. (08 September 1991 – Club Rumours, Jacksonville, NC) Copyright © 1991...

TWTEAW by James Landrith the value of gold compared to your soul is so small if measurable at all but the blindness of greed versus the ability to feed and clothe the masses is...

For Penny by James Landrith Write one for me, you said. Write one for me. My poems happen. I don’t write for people nothing is written but you wouldn’t know that. (you asked) (April...

For Dave, Who’s Sure Everything I Write Is About Me by James Landrith I am fat. fat with my lust fat with want unspoken desires that reach out for justification or reprimand this has...

Upon Late Entry To The Amherst by James Landrith that pulitzer will look nice next to various other honors which have no bearing on reality 15 minutes in the spotlight is bliss to those...

Tribute to Anne Sexton by James Landrith Is this how the lonely masturbator began? nights of selflessness and cerebral debate over trivial issues without ever an answer. (07 Apr 1991 – Al Jubayl, Saudi...

Precious Babble by James Landrith precious babble Bitch, you don’t know I like this idea Hard to comprehend yet it will work itself out into something that wins the critics over while maintaining no...