The Re(Write) with James Landrith Writing

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...

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...

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 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...

An Exercise by James Landrith An exercise… It’s just an exercise Of wits Intolerance Immaturity Fear Prejudice The abstract qualities Which we loathe but cling to with our last breath An exercise… Just an...

Eveready Blues by James Landrith Alkaline death is not dramatic Yet it’s more than an inconvenience Music stops mood is hard to maintain it was nice while it lasted good night (07 April 1991...

Let Me Say Yes To J. Yandow by James Landrith Tim, I look at my shelf You ask what I see Tim, its what I don’t see Completion is the best high Tim, I...

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...