New painting. Detritus.

I write
these things down,
because someone
should do it,
and I decided
it would be me.

I don’t think
it needs to be
too clever,
or too dramatic.

It mainly
just needs doing.


-Jim DuBois
March 31, 2013

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Joshua,
playing on the couch
one day,
his head
in my lap,
reached up
and touched
my cheek.
“I’m saving your heart,”
he said.
I know,
I thought,
you really are.


-Jim DuBois
March 31, 2013

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Video playlist of me reading a few of my poems, several years ago.

Looking for something
to do
on Saturday afternoon

- a beautiful sunny
spring afternoon.

All this town,
filled with nothingness
once you stop consuming.

Empty, pointless
spring afternoon.

The real story?
or the thawing numbness
of winter?


-Jim DuBois
March 29, 2013

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Found art.

Art on a little wooden square.

Another painting on a scrap of paper.

-Jim DuBois

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