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 I am uneducated and unpublished.I suffer a plethora of convoluted disorders gone untreated and only occasionally diagnosed.I am a laborer without labor or interest in hard work.I was a carney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....
james smallwood Poems
Poverty exudes odors Desperation takes on hues Uncertainty loudly clamours Homeless move about
No not weak This butterfly This lovely fragile Within my sigh
Watch the clown as he cavorts by See the tear in his sensitive eye Wonder why with the crowds all cheer The clown would cry
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?
Poverty exudes odors
Desperation takes on hues
Uncertainty loudly clamours
Homeless move about
In a cacophony of sound
Illness of the street people
Fear of future flattens
Death of innocence cries loud