1. Poem: An Introduction


    May 3 by The Running Son

    Villa del Desierto - Desert Villa by Wain Jordan

        An Introduction     It’s time I introduce me, myself. Hi, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you. Maybe …
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  2. The rubble that remains

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    September 11 by The Running Son

    The rubble that remains Where great legs once stood as sentinals proclaiming dominance from land to space, an annual itch …
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  3. why must it be


    July 20 by The Running Son

      why must it be following pangs of birth comes bliss – one moment’s recognition of holy worth, to pain …
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  4. our song


    July 6 by The Running Son

    our song work ethics spring free the genius frozen in thought at the throat. so sing free man! lest the …
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  5. preservation instinct


    May 25 by The Running Son

    preservation instinct a half bleached bobcat skull propped atop a dry cholla branch wards off pigeons and people. cars passing …
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  6. two shadows

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    May 13 by The Running Son

    two shadows one decade gone and genghis khan was back and attacking and taking heads. ten more years might’ve castled …
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  7. stargaze


    May 9 by The Running Son

    stargaze im trying to make pace in a world spinning way too fast. stars or negative space tracers create the …
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  8. just sterling

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    April 28 by The Running Son

    just sterling there’s no going back. clippers are way past the shelf. there’s mutiny among the cast and the damn …
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RunningSon aka Jim Aldrich, Joshua Tree CA 2013 | This site is dedicated with the deepest gratitude to Dr. Cláudio Naranjo, whose writings gave me life.

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