Jim W White : Writing

Word Spillage

Word Spillage

A Poem by Jim W White


Milk the mind/ strip off rind/ tenderise/ season/ heat. Beat knuckles 'til raw/ whack-off 'til sore/ phone 'em up and tell 'em what's the question g..
BigTop

BigTop

A Poem by Jim W White


This morning Like a melancholy clown. The world's all drum-rolls And high-wires. Every word could tumble and Fall into confetti water. E..
See Thru High Koos

See Thru High Koos

A Book by Jim W White


Little guys that only loosely cling to haiku format. Each written seperately and collated (sometimes quite randomly-ish).
The view from me pillow

The view from me pillow

A Chapter by Jim W White


Dream sequence/ hypnogogia/ free-wheeling mind dribble
Pistol Haiku

Pistol Haiku

A Chapter by Jim W White


Trigger pull hammer: Tense finger breath.. Smoke/relax for Explosive safety. World teeters On edge of freefall. soon all is none; Bitterswe..
I blew up a balloon

I blew up a balloon

A Poem by Jim W White


Air pushes outwards, In perpetual battle with Rigid skin. I imagine the appetite For exploit is Universal and automated. Longing for a journey: ..
Mania L'omega

Mania L\'omega

A Poem by Jim W White


Cartoony, philosophical mumbo-jimbo. Somewhere between poem and lyric.
Musemadramblesambleonandonandon

Musemadramblesambleonandonandon

A Book by Jim W White


Thoughts spat onto the page whilst in various states of intoxication. These are the words I don't recall inking.. they loiter on fuzzy-headed morns w..
Sleep Prone/ Heart Narcolepsy

Sleep Prone/ Heart Narcolepsy

A Chapter by Jim W White


Random, abstract, twisty internal commentary. About (claustraphobic) village and (soul-crushingly monotonous jobs). A bit of hiccup philosophy.
Seven from Nowhere/ Drymouth

Seven from Nowhere/ Drymouth

A Chapter by Jim W White


Epic finalistic roadtrip in Buick or Stingray; black..break-necking into abandon's horizon. Whisky on the back seat, piled like whale bones. A hip fla..