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 mule

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    August 24 by The Running Son


    the mule Saint Malverde swing, sweaty, grinning, on your twine and leather dial. A ways back down the mesa, binocular …
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  3. night of the restless leg

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    July 28 by The Running Son


    night of the restless leg God, the buzzing one power pole insinuates in me! Out in the darkness halides hum …
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  4. Chaos & Order

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    June 24 by The Running Son

    Chaos & Order I am the primes that twin at the end of pi where chaos peaks. I see the …
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    December 9 by The Running Son


         PROMISED LAND So strange, this striving by men locked in symbiotic dependance and the sharing of magnetism, and …
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  6. Windtown

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    December 4 by The Running Son

    Windtown Chill doom whistle through the window slit. Coyotes roam, at home in the wind current. All night long owls …
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  7. Never forget


    December 4 by The Running Son


        Never forget In another life we’ll join hands. In another life the golden light that swells in my …
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  8. Drawing: “Hansel”


    December 4 by The Running Son


    “Hansel” 11 x 14, pencil on vellum, Dec 2014

RFB editor Jim Aldrich, Joshua Tree CA 2013

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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