The Re(Write) with James Landrith Writing

Depot #81by James Landrith Creatively spent, you came and you went. No glory to hope, just burntout excess. The best is past, the sands through the glass. All hope is gone, you must move...

Old Man on the Southside of Peoria by James Landrith Your expressionless face still haunts me Burning into my memory With those eyes hard, cold like your life hard, cold expressionless face Copyright ©...

Petty Reasoning by James Landrith Listen to the sound of disaste coming down. Flowing like liquid and infecting all. Understanding of society won’t make you keen. Actual, true wisdom few have seen. You, like...

Question For Herby James LandrithCan you say to me what I want to hear? Can you convey to me a message that is clear? Can you love me as though nothing were wrong? Are...

Welsh Witch by James Landrith Your music guiding, playing its part, like your beauty, it fills my heart. Hours spent in silent reverie, for your love eternally condemned from me. Copyright © 1991 James...

Familiar Stranger by James Landrith Watching from afar seeing you leave seeing you come knowing your schedule unaware of your destinations separated from you yet a part of your world just the same because...

3rd Seat; 1st Row by James Landrith Published 2003 in Eternal Portraits (poetry.com) Looking at her from across the room, does she know what I’m thinking? While I detach myself from the occupants of...