Open Call for Short Stories and Poems

I am calling on all writers to submit their science fiction and fantasy short stories and poems for publication on thelandline.com. If this interests you, go to the link below and carefully read the submission guidelines. Then, send me an e-mail with your submission to jim@thelandline.com. I look forward to reading your stories and poems and adding them to the The Land Line.

The Land Line

The Land Line-New Site

While I will continue to post poetry and other posts on this blog, please check out my new web site, The Land Line. In it you will find all my poems, short stories, my online novel, and links to articles I’ve published online. If you choose, you can shop for DVDs and Blu-Rays, Poetry Books, Literaure, and even learn about a way to build your own online business.

As always, I appreciate your support and feedback. So, let me know what you think of the new site. You can like my Facebook author page or follow me on Twitter @AuthorJamesLand. I’m so gratified that you’ve chosen to follow my blog and visit every now and then. I look forward to many more years in the WordPress community.

Peace of Christ,

Jim

I Tried in That Moment

I tried in that moment to
Energize my weariness.

He told me I am empty.
I replied, “To my core.”

He mentioned neutrinos.
Particles so tiny they must be imagined.

“I’m imagining nothing,” I mentioned,
My casual tone belying my formal attire.

(Did I mention I was tired?)

He knew the math got lost
In this circuitous mind I carry.

I looked blankly as his lips dried.
They moved so quickly in the chorus of conversation.

He tried to illustrate the atom
By conducting his arm out across the city.

“They pass right through you,” he smiled
Triumphantly at this revelation.

I stood holding my caviar hor d’oevres and
Surreptitiously set the cracker on a stone railing.

Urgent tugs across my shoulder and
Elbow followed smiles and pulled me along in his draft.

Politely (perhaps), I stopped short within our space.
“I am a positron and you an electron,” I released my grim assessment.

He looked into my eyes as his smile waned, but not completely.
And nodded in recognition, understanding me for the first time.

As he moved away, I stood among the oeuvre of colors
Watched the elegant scene as one atom passed another.

Each smiled and frowned in their turn, yet interceded
This emptiness I am and with acuity I was filled.

Across the Line

I crossed the Line
I couldn’t help it
The gun in my hand
Had to scratch its itch
I was out of time
I never meant it
But the powder
Shot the bullet out of reach

The shot rang out
And the body fell
I sent his soul
Straight to Hell
And all the pain
Running through my mind
Echoes in my ears
Across the Line

We’d had our day
He was askin’ for it
The violence
In his eyes was plain to see
He fired first
Not his worst thing
That red-haired man had made a killer of me

So…
The shot rang out
And the body fell
I sent his soul
Straight to Hell
And all the pain
Running through my mind
Echoes in my ears
Across the Line

There’s a fine line
That lay between
A civilized man
And his enemy
Problem is
When the moment comes
That little line
Isn’t plain to see

Yeah…
The shot rang out
And the body fell
I sent his soul
Straight to Hell
And all the pain
Running through my mind
Echoes in my ears
Across the Line

The shot rang out
And the body fell
I sent his soul
Straight to Hell
And all the pain
Running through my mind
Echoes in my ears
Across the Line

The shot rang out…
The shot rang out…
The shot rang out…
The shot rang out…
Across the line

Love is Wonder

Love is wonder
Intrinsic and powerful
Mysterious in its most
Potent moments
The light inside the shade
I am under

Love hides in secret
Likes seeds planted
In the desert, waiting
For drought’s end
Rain’s nourishing shower
Brings an infinite, colorful palette

Love never leaves us
Lying in our graves
Content for dust to settle
And dim the glory of our lives
Lived under the shade
Before the light luminous

Love lives in thunder
And the cricket’s chirp
Amidst the patter of soft rain
Soaking through soil to thirsty roots
While clouds part like theater curtains
Unveiling the scope of the Master’s love
His wonder

“To Scratch the Surface of Beauty” Available Now!

To Scratch the Surface of Beauty Cover Image

 

 

A short collection of poems from this blog is now available for purchase in paperback on CreateSpace and on Kindle. If you’d like more information or would like to purchase a copy, just click on the “Shop” page in the menu to the left. You’ll find the information and links you need to make your purchase. I appreciate the support you’ve given me these last few months. I will continue to post new poems and fiction in the the coming days.

Peace of Christ,

Jim

Photography and Writing

Once again, I’m blown away by a set of photographs by Leanne Cole. Just for grins, I thought I’d post one of her stunning pieces next to one of my own. Notice the difference between a professional and a rank amateur. Follow the link in the caption to see her original post.

http://leannecolephotography.com/2014/08/08/fridays-bits-and-bobs-6/

http://leannecolephotography.com/2014/08/08/fridays-bits-and-bobs-6/
Friday night fireworks at Globe Life Park, home of the Texas Rangers. Friday night fireworks at Globe Life Park, home of the Texas Rangers.

I’ve found it helpful when writing to compare my own work to that of a more accomplished writer. I can really sense the details and subtleties I need to work on. I suppose the same is true in photography, but I’ve done so little in that field that I wouldn’t know how to fix my problems. Anyway, kudos to Leanne Cole for another brilliant set of photos.