Posted by Jim under Poems by Jim. So many lit mags, so many podcasts. All manner of web searches and untold. Number of New Yorker articles interrupted. To go spelunking into a poem. So many musty library smelling books. By the dead or nearly dead. Imagining an African diamond miner. Dressed in rags, covered in mud. Finding a small gleaming stone. To hide in his gums and steal away with.

Born and bred on the West Coast, Jim met his first Polaroid while attending University in Seattle. Facinated by the fact that this miracle of engineering was only one dollar, he picked it up, bought a pack of film, and fell in love with the process of instant pictures. Check out his Polaroid camera site at polaroids. How Much is my Polaroid worth? Monday, November 28, 2005.

When I started this blog, politics and ideology were my main topics but I have been incorporating Christianity and disabilities which also have impacted my life. So, with this blog, I will examine my life altogether and this will be my tool to analyze my life and looking forward to hear what other people have to say about my thoughts. Saturday, November 28, 2009. Will no longer post this blog. Friday, November 27, 2009. 5 We train our minds to express .