Discover new books on Goodreads
See if your friends have read any of James Thomas Fletcher's books
James Thomas Fletcher
Goodreads Author
Born
in The United States
Website
Genre
Influences
Member Since
January 2016
To ask
James Thomas Fletcher
questions,
please sign up.
Popular Answered Questions
|
Cairn
|
|
|
Borrowed Stardust: Poetry
|
|
|
Nature
|
|
|
The Speed of Sweat
|
|
|
Bibliophile
—
published
2022
—
4 editions
|
|
|
Poems from Terra
—
published
2016
—
3 editions
|
|
|
Émigré: Poems from Another Land
|
|
|
War
|
|
|
RVN: Poems and Photographs of the American War in Vietnam
|
|
|
Wild Seeds
—
published
2021
—
3 editions
|
|
James’s Recent Updates
|
James
is now following
|
|
|
James
has read
|
|
|
James
rated a book liked it
|
|
| My least favorite Fairchild so far. The book begins with poetry that differs from what I've come to expect from this author. The opening poems are more academic, less narrative and personal. Almost half the book goes by before I begin to warm to the ...more | |
|
James
has read
|
|
|
"
Hello,
The author's name is listed as "J C Maham" but his name, as seen on the book cover, is "J C Mahan" with an N instead of an M. Here is the URL: ...more " |
|
|
James
rated a book it was amazing
|
|
|
James
rated a book it was amazing
|
|
|
James
has read
|
|
|
James
rated a book really liked it
|
|
|
J.C. has a great delivery style. I listened to the CD version of his book. His engaging demeanor and voice elevate his poetry. You cannot help but enjoy his readings. NOTE: I know J.C. He's a great guy, an indefatigable poet, and an incredible support ...more |
|
|
James
rated a book it was amazing
|
|
“Harold Hill: You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you are left with nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering.”
― The Music Man Broadway Musical Songbook | Meredith Willson Vocal Score Collection for Voice Students Performers and Teachers | Complete Vocal Score for Study Rehearsal Auditions and Stage Prep
― The Music Man Broadway Musical Songbook | Meredith Willson Vocal Score Collection for Voice Students Performers and Teachers | Complete Vocal Score for Study Rehearsal Auditions and Stage Prep
“I see her on TV, screaming into a microphone.
Her head is shaved and she is beautiful
and seventeen, and her high school was just shot up,
she's had to walk by friends lying in their own blood,
her teacher bleeding out,
and she's my daughter, the one I never had,
and she's your daughter and everyone's daughter
and she's her own woman, in the fullness of her young fire,
calling bullshit on politicians who take money from the gun-makers.
Tears rain down her face but she doesn't stop shouting
she doesn't apologize she keeps calling them out,
all of them all of us
who didn't do enough to stop this thing.
And you can see the gray faces of those who have always held power
contort, utterly baffled
to face this new breed of young woman,
not silky, not compliant,
not caring if they call her a ten or a troll.
And she cries but she doesn't stop
yelling truth into the microphone,
though her voice is raw and shaking
and the Florida sun is molten brass.
I'm three thousand miles away, thinking how
Neruda said The blood of the children
ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Only now she is, they are
raising a fuss, shouting down the walls of Jericho,
and it's not that we road-weary elders
have been given the all-clear exactly,
but our shoulders do let down a little,
we breathe from a deeper place,
we say to each other,
Well, it looks like the baton
may be passing
to these next runners and they are
fleet as thought,
fiery as stars,
and we take another breath
and say to each other, The baton
has been passed, and we set off then
running hard behind them.”
―
Her head is shaved and she is beautiful
and seventeen, and her high school was just shot up,
she's had to walk by friends lying in their own blood,
her teacher bleeding out,
and she's my daughter, the one I never had,
and she's your daughter and everyone's daughter
and she's her own woman, in the fullness of her young fire,
calling bullshit on politicians who take money from the gun-makers.
Tears rain down her face but she doesn't stop shouting
she doesn't apologize she keeps calling them out,
all of them all of us
who didn't do enough to stop this thing.
And you can see the gray faces of those who have always held power
contort, utterly baffled
to face this new breed of young woman,
not silky, not compliant,
not caring if they call her a ten or a troll.
And she cries but she doesn't stop
yelling truth into the microphone,
though her voice is raw and shaking
and the Florida sun is molten brass.
I'm three thousand miles away, thinking how
Neruda said The blood of the children
ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Only now she is, they are
raising a fuss, shouting down the walls of Jericho,
and it's not that we road-weary elders
have been given the all-clear exactly,
but our shoulders do let down a little,
we breathe from a deeper place,
we say to each other,
Well, it looks like the baton
may be passing
to these next runners and they are
fleet as thought,
fiery as stars,
and we take another breath
and say to each other, The baton
has been passed, and we set off then
running hard behind them.”
―
“Strawberries were too delicate to be picked by machine. The perfectly ripe ones bruised at even too heavy a human touch. It hit her then that every strawberry she had ever eaten—every piece of fruit—had been picked by calloused human hands. Every piece of toast with jelly represented someone's knees, someone's aching back and hips, someone with a bandanna on her wrist to wipe away the sweat. Why had no one told her about this before?”
―
―
Goodreads Librarians Group
— 345234 members
— last activity 3 minutes ago
Goodreads Librarians are volunteers who help ensure the accuracy of information about books and authors in the Goodreads' catalog. The Goodreads Libra ...more




























