Tag Archives: James Valvis

Retired

All his life he tried to set people straight, but eventually he grew weary and tired and sat on his lawn chair reading Keats or whittling wooden elephants for kids. The world liked its misery too much. They liked thinking … Continue reading

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Cold Light

Dying like we were born, We rush toward light, toward An exploding sun that tricks us Into thinking we rush to warmth, To the bosom of a Great Father. But this life now, the next life, Likely we will find … Continue reading

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Alike

Seasons are Like relationships Or maybe Relationships are Like seasons Just when You start Liking one It ends And along Comes another To foul up Everything James Valvis lives in Issaquah, Washington. Publishing for over two decades, his work has … Continue reading

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