Blog Posts
Justification
“Some people find comfort by warming themselves to the destructive fires they’ve set, and then thank God for the provision.”
Rev. Jon D. Gibbs
The Desert Sun Saga ~ Life In Motion
Prayer and Meditation
“Prayer and Meditation are Medication for the Mind, Body, and Soul.”
Rev. Jon D. Gibbs
The Desert Sun Saga ~ Life In Motion
Parasitic Buffoon
Once upon a time, I met a parasite that went by one title and had two degrees from academia. Not to be outdone, he was traveling with a buffoon who claimed to have three of each.
Fatback Jack
The Desert Sun Saga ~ Life In Motion
James F. Ross
2013
Intelligent Stupid People
“No worries, young Mr. Dann. I am certain that stupid people have, and will continue to live and walk among us without incident. It’s the intelligent stupid people you need to worry about.”
Fatback Jack
The Desert Sun Saga ~ Life In Motion
James F. Ross
2013
Peace of Mind
A Notion
A Negative Nature
Fulfilling Desire
A Recognized Right
Acknowledging Others
Celebrating Freedom
Life In Motion…
Moving to Joy
I am in my treasured moment. Her singular voice resounds distinctively in a choir of beautiful souls moving to the rhythm of their joy. Devoid of inhibition, she shares her expression with unabashed freedom. But then … the silence returns. Briskly, an autumn breeze flutes through the window gap, interrupting my consolation. Love and Joy remain tethered to this place; but long ago, embraced and welcomed, a great sadness took up residence, comfortably making itself at home. Fearing that she will be lost forever, I cannot let go. My friends tell me, “Enough is enough,” but they don’t comprehend my sadness. Tomorrow is another day. Courage might find me; but until then, I’ll linger awhile in her moment. She moves to the rhythm of her joy, aware, smiling at my attention …
James F. Ross
The Orchard
2013
My Giant
James Daniel O’Leary
1927-1959
Silent hues of faded dreams
Sentiment captured and consumed
Tranquil black and white reality
Shattered by colorful front-room conversations
My Giant
Each and every half-step of my ramble
Prejudiced by the shadow of your perfection
Forever griping to that quiet hope
That one night you would return
Your muffled oddments of wisdom
Washed out by instance and neglect
Fashioned my wandering, friendless and alone
Sandy soles washed in oceanic blue
Your guiding touch always absent
Strangers tousle my mane
Your likeness greets every sunrise
A souvenir from the spring of my existence
My Village
Circled within and without
Lined with invisible cedar
Broom handles waving at half-cut spheres
Artistically heaved intentions, designed to impress
A great mystery, purpose
Even greater your transitory life
The only negatives I’ve come upon
Salted away in a cigar-box memory chest
Many questions await your arrival
Pleased by me were you?
How many rounds did I merit?
Was I part of the cloth…from which
Your dreams were sown?
Will you never return…
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James F. Ross
Copyright 2010
Late in the Day
Coffee, sausage and bacon scones, sidewalk cafe.
End Human Trafficking
My photo was selected for the 2013 edition of Cabrillo College’s, Porter Gulch Review.
Beyond The Land of Me
I miss and long to embrace the precious souls, who in choosing to become aware, patiently waited for the rhythm of my pace to mirror my vision; those present, and those who moved on in a way that makes their return unlikely, if not impossible. Privileged, am I, to look beyond The Land of Me, to discover more than I am.
James F. Ross
2013
Craft Your Life In Motion
Along My Walk…
Craft Your Life In Motion 