james smallwood

Rookie (10/01/46 / california)

Biography of james smallwood

I am a 59 year old morbidly obese male.That will flag the food police! ! ! I am uneducated and unpublished.I suffer a plethora of convoluted disorders gone untreated and only occasionally diagnosed.I am a laborer without labor or interest in hard work.I was a carney for a season, a yard cutter and foliage ruiner until I quit before I was sued.I have never had a dish wash job.I had a waiter once, but never the position, er, the job, position was missionary.I have become used to the mundane and dull existence of the poor and disenchanted.I subsist socially on hellos for too many c-store coffees and a occasional retreat from my room at a large and mostly empty coffee house.I am interested in writing yet have a ponderous time with reading anything not easy or quick.I write in your face social issues poetry that is hard to classify and difficult to find tempo in.I practice short story snippets that are violent and demented, usually a few hundred words then dont know where to go with piece so I dropp it and seldom go back to, though I keep them awhile.Well, this is more what I do than who I am so I will quit. Please feel free to say 'hi'.I will enjoy the quick fresh air of friendly composed greeting, there is a pun in there somewhere.jim....

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Fathom

Fathom the earth without sorrow
Would the heart of the traveler show gain
To not lessen from dirt that was fashioned
From the bowels of the earth without pain?
Surely the mantle of sorrow spoken of in lifes refrain
Must be formed by the paths that we travel
Our choices net us our gain
Strength of character boldly is a treasure worth seeking to find
All that life has to offer

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