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Shaken
nekbone69
  • Aug 23, 2017
  • 4 min

Shaken

Seizure: being grabbed and tossed to the ground. In an instant, I became a bucking horse, forgiven everything except this moment. In exchange for a mouthful of blackened bacon sweating grease, here is a chaser of carpet and the hail of a table’s debris. It is unusual, to say the least, to awaken face down on a carpet, having been mounted by electrical shocks and rendered, pardon me, dumb and empty and useless. A man with a need for sugar and grease is of no use to anyone
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Shaken
nekbone69
  • Aug 23, 2017
  • 4 min

Shaken

Seizure: being grabbed and tossed to the ground. In an instant, I became a bucking horse, forgiven everything except this moment. In exchange for a mouthful of blackened bacon sweating grease, here is a chaser of carpet and the hail of a table’s debris. It is unusual, to say the least, to awaken face down on a carpet, having been mounted by electrical shocks and rendered, pardon me, dumb and empty and useless. A man with a need for sugar and grease is of no use to anyone
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The Empty Room
nekbone69
  • May 26, 2016
  • 4 min

The Empty Room

On the way to the hospital, I walk past Mosswood Park and was compelled to visit the amphitheater. Speckled key lights of sun were spilled randomly along the ground. When was the last time I was here: the late 90’s men’s group meeting? I was quite fond of those Sundays when a bunch of male artists got together to talk openly about whatever and one of the first meetings we had was here, along the stone steps. Or was I last here for a video shoot? The small stage held youn
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The Empty Room
nekbone69
  • May 26, 2016
  • 4 min

The Empty Room

On the way to the hospital, I walk past Mosswood Park and was compelled to visit the amphitheater. Speckled key lights of sun were spilled randomly along the ground. When was the last time I was here: the late 90’s men’s group meeting? I was quite fond of those Sundays when a bunch of male artists got together to talk openly about whatever and one of the first meetings we had was here, along the stone steps. Or was I last here for a video shoot? The small stage held youn
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By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here
nekbone69
  • Sep 23, 2015
  • 7 min

By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here

Only today did I realize the website Xanga saved my blog entries from 2007. I thought they were gone forever. I’m struggling to save them/upload them/ double check their worth. But since I haven’t posted in a while, I found this and decided to share it. From what I remember, this was me responding to an email my biological sister sent me after I vanished into radio silence. Her email lines are in bold, I responded below on that blog. Of course, I never sent this (what d
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By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here
nekbone69
  • Sep 23, 2015
  • 7 min

By Way Of Autobiography… I’ll leave this 2007 entry right here

Only today did I realize the website Xanga saved my blog entries from 2007. I thought they were gone forever. I’m struggling to save them/upload them/ double check their worth. But since I haven’t posted in a while, I found this and decided to share it. From what I remember, this was me responding to an email my biological sister sent me after I vanished into radio silence. Her email lines are in bold, I responded below on that blog. Of course, I never sent this (what d
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Spook!!  There it is…
nekbone69
  • Oct 28, 2014
  • 5 min

Spook!! There it is…

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the house, not violent, but all familial, all relatives. My father’s death surprised me. And I’m sure he expected to walk out of the hospital after his last visit. But after he died, I’m not sure if I A) Really saw him looking at me from my bedroom doorway, which was weird because I thought he looked healthier than when he was in hospital B) Re
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Spook!!  There it is…
nekbone69
  • Oct 28, 2014
  • 5 min

Spook!! There it is…

The only house I’d ever known, The only place I’d felt safe and loved. But at the time there had been a series of deaths– not in the house, not violent, but all familial, all relatives. My father’s death surprised me. And I’m sure he expected to walk out of the hospital after his last visit. But after he died, I’m not sure if I A) Really saw him looking at me from my bedroom doorway, which was weird because I thought he looked healthier than when he was in hospital B) Re
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