James Ballantyne

poem

  • The Wild Path

    With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone,… Continue reading

  • Read it Slow

    Its hard to write a poem and make, you read it slowly. Because I want to. What would cause you to read this Slowly, quietly, intentionally? Than you are right now Rushing.. To what…To get to the punchline? Please don’t… Continue reading

  • One Day

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