James Horsley : Writing

The Good Earth Assures Me that God Exists

The Good Earth Assures Me that God Exists

A Poem by James Horsley


Written on this rainy day, while sitting on my back porch. God is good.
Of That Which I Use to Put Words on Paper

Of That Which I Use to Put Words on Paper

A Poem by James Horsley


An ode to a pen. Feels like it may need a littl re-working, but I'm not sure where. If you've suggestions, I'll gladly hear them.
Lie

Lie

A Poem by James Horsley


I smiled- simply a shield. Armor that I hoped the sharpened blade of your insight could not pierce. Perhaps I laughed and made some reassura..
That Fateful Stream

That Fateful Stream

A Poem by James Horsley


I dreamed last night that I stood chest deep in a wide creek, at the mid-way point between two banks. On one bank I saw screaming masses toting p..
Composition 37

Composition 37

A Poem by James Horsley


Apocalyptic destruction? Metaphor? I've never been certain.
Letter to Myself

Letter to Myself

A Story by James Horsley


An absurd little piece. Just some good natured poking fun at myself, and people in general. Also a bit of personal reflection.
Remembering the Violinist

Remembering the Violinist

A Poem by James Horsley


A lazy afternoon poem.
Sheila's Glasses

Sheila\'s Glasses

A Poem by James Horsley


Something meant to be pure, good hearted, cynical fun.
Beautiful Revolution

Beautiful Revolution

A Poem by James Horsley


I'm posting this here because this piece is in desperate need of something. I'd like suggestions as to what.
The Coffee I Purchased in the Student Lounge

The Coffee I Purchased in the Student Lounge

A Poem by James Horsley


A very true story. A little humor to lighten the mood.

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