By James Simmons

I’m always lonely where you aren’t
Happiness hidden beyond shadows
Cast on the soul where I lay weary
Head upon pillow one breath from death
Photo_BrokenBroken the way toil breaks a man
Wet with sweat yet parched
Raspy throated cries of despair
Keeps what is left of my sanity


Practicing presence and expression in different forms, James loves the melody of a well spoken line. His highest goal in writing is to foster a sense of play and wonder in all things. He is inspired by simple things, like nature, discovery, people, daydreams, and irony.