Fiction – James True

Hands-free

December 15, 2010August 28, 2018 Poetry, Writing 1

With hands free my words can drip from this pen. From the peak of a mountain of consonants I can vowel at the moon.

March 18, 2010August 28, 2018 Poetry, Writing 1

I have a box of snapshots taken from a Christmas parade. Glossy smiles I caught perching on a horse and buggy. Groundhog people rose

May 31, 2009August 28, 2018 Writing 2

Last night my head leaped out from a car window. The wind inflated my cheeks like a parachute. My eyeballs turned sticky from the

May 6, 2009August 28, 2018 Writing 4

And clouds did come crashing The flight of fluff fell under the weather Surely the heavens did grumble But earth stood still in her

April 17, 2009August 28, 2018 Fiction, Writing 4

In the dawn I lay to kiss this tulip. I admit we’ve flirted now for days. Its face is cloistered in a tall green

February 25, 2009August 28, 2018 Fiction, Writing 3

Life. Do you hear that stomping? My giant was asleep for so many years you forgot his potential. I urge you make preparations. He

February 9, 2009January 24, 2019 Writing 5

Your skin is my music I listen to it unfold The rapture of tiny electricity You are circuit to my battery Your heart, beats

January 8, 2009August 28, 2018 Fiction, Writing 2

The court of public opinion had finally left the building. Minivans were packed full again and headed away. Trashcans jammed with confetti waited on

November 28, 2008August 28, 2018 Fiction, Writing 5

Simplicity came rolling down the hill yesterday for the third time. He plodded his way back to the top through a carpet of earthly

October 24, 2008August 28, 2018 Fiction, Writing 3

Time has a big mouth. You can see its crusty molars and old shiny fillings. Time flaps a tongue with bumps as big as