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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http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL4nwy4hUCua1WQaB1tzyqcCXNtAmFwV4c -
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.
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-Jim DuBois
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