Jim Walters : Writing

Enough

Enough

A Poem by Jim Walters


I want to write a love poem . . . sweet and easy.I want to find a way to say the golden thingsThe things with wings.I want to mimic Gibran . . . and R..
The Tao Te Ching Revisited

The Tao Te Ching Revisited

A Book by Jim Walters


There are as many interpretations of the Tao Te Ching as there are people who read and study it, this is mine. . . The book has 172 pages . . . http:/..
Give Jimmy a Gun? You Better Run

Give Jimmy a Gun? You Better Run

A Story by Jim Walters


Give Jimmy a Gun? You BetterRun21MARThe assassin knew the risks involved in this mission were great, perhaps even suicidal, but he didn't care. With q..
Mother Earth

Mother Earth

A Story by Jim Walters


To be at one with our Earth in my opinion is merely to understand her and give her the love and respect she deserves.I saw a bumper sticker in a store..
My Moment of Truth

My Moment of Truth

A Story by Jim Walters


The housing project where I was born and raised sat on the tough side of town. If my dog died, if the big kid next door punched me in the nose, if pra..
The Spill

The Spill

A Poem by Jim Walters


They say the sea is Mothers wombAnd all life forms Her childrenThis oil!Has man in his learned ignoranceJust performedThe ultimate abortion?
Anger

Anger

A Poem by Jim Walters


Anger Why is it that we feel compassion and love for a family member when we see them sick and struggling from the throes of some deadly disea..
The Cello

The Cello

A Poem by Jim Walters


The Cello Standing silently in the corner of the sunlit room She awaits in quiet anticipation The touch of her Master's hand. He alone..
The First Marriage (yet another creation theory)

The First Marriage (yet another creation theory)

A Story by Jim Walters


In the beginning there was Intelligence and there was Energy....that's all there was. One day while traveling the Great Void Intelligence happened ..
Revival

Revival

A Poem by Jim Walters


Revival Pissing and moaning, sighing and groaning We sit here and cry in our beer. Why me? Ask we, to the man in the sky And..

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