James Hart / Fiction

If fiction is dead, reality is not far behind.

James Hart

James Hart
Be Home Soon,
December 31
Hart will have maintained this blog for One-hundred-sixty-nine million, nine-hundred-forty-eight thousand, six-hundred seconds through 31 May 2014. ******************************** ******************************** ******************************* A carpenter's level designs a calm sea. ******************************** ******************************** ******************************** Violent movies and prime-time TV shows ought to have disclaimers as reality checks during curtain calls. The cast could gather for a bow and civil handshake and or cheek kisses in order to demonstrate (to the least sophisticated among us) to let us know that the aforementioned carnage was make believe. A fiction. An entertainment. Such reality checks (and stage craft tribute) would well serve a fairness to the deranged among us who are prone to confuse the fantasia of entertainment violence as 'acceptable reality behavior'. There are legions of empty vessels awaiting sustenance about 'how' to react. With sure-bet frequency, the ubiquity of guns and conditioned criminal reflex results in aberrant behavior with subsequent ruinous acts of violence. We see it along the road. We read it and see it and hear it in the news. Such a paradigm! Odd that bow and bow and bow and bow are the same word. One for thank you, one for protection (?}, and the other to stay off the icebergs ... and of course there's the shoe tie, and gift wrap and that bloke from Saginaw, reading USA Today on the Greyhound. Here's a limerick from my Average Guy series: Of all emotion, the grin 'n frown, the best among us, stand down. ******************************** Here's a paragraph from my Average Guy: a couple of satiate dinner guests had ensconced themselves on the living room sofa. Whoops that was an abandoned paste. }One Moment{ Like all boys they wanted everything: the wild treetops and Tarzan hollers, then back to the soccer game on Channel 9 with their buttered microwave popcorn and tough-guy toothpicks. The painted fancy news ladies, in high skirts. Slivered clapboard was a place to carve initials. Not far, canaries built their own thatch nest, hunkered and still against the wind from all directions. An onyx black crow its wing tips torn of feather like a shrapnel-wounded plane, stood watching. Until it was yellow and black, a flurry of woven grass and fallen scatter of shadowed ruin. A swooped escape of yellow dots and the black clawing predator of powerful wide wing, its bright beak triumphant to the sunshine, the white fluff chicks burst within merciless gripped coil. A quick flight toward 3 o'clock backward through nascent Linden buds. An automatic trick spiraling, a mystical bullet, the motion at once there and gone to stellar over soul of weathered naked branch. Its prize of canary chicks: a satiation to the endless March blue.


     At high noon Pennie had myOmy strikingly groomed and brushed.  She led him toward the pines.  She’d scarlet ribbons braided throughout his mane.


     From the balcony OM panned and then zoomed focusing upon the diamond white marking betRead full post »

 Galahad jogged behind OM as they returned from the Quonset tool shed.


OM rode his All Terrain wheelchair. Fully relaxed, his feet elevated off the snow path, he then maneuvered off the path climbing and purring, riding into and rolling over drifts. He stopped. And then accelerating he… Read full post »

     Galahad’s dog whistle awoke OM.


     OM wide-eyed Galahad through the southern wall. Betatrice, Pennie and Penny, their heads turned down, surrounded the shirtless Galahad as he posed on the palomino. His hair bun the only hair not disheveled in the sno… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 23, 2014 2:52PM

Gloria's Morning Glory Manor {Chapter 3}

The driver telephoned explaining that he could not risk navigating the driveway drifts of GMGM. “What can we do? Your gates open you know."

Pennie adjusted the half-snow covered gate camera and steadied a close-up of the man who sat on the truck’s chrome step lady’s side. She swive… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 11, 2014 4:52PM

Gloria's Morning Glory Manor {2}

They grilled bacon over apple wood before the fireplace where a Union rifle from the Battle of Manassas rests on the mantel. OM, with one eye and ear on ‘Meet the Press’, kept glancing over at the screen Penny held showing off photos of her air quote fortnight air quote inRead full post »

FEBRUARY 3, 2014 11:18AM

Gloria's Morning Glory Manor


Even beneath his wraparound sunglasses the hot lamps blinkered OM’s eyes.  One by one upstairs and then upon the lower level pale yellow hued windows on Gloria’s Morning Glory Manor broke the darkness throughout the pre-dawn woods. Cloud wisps whispered across the moon.

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JANUARY 27, 2014 11:21PM

Rustbelt Winter

An orange yellow lit V plow bigger than Rib Mountain thundered through curbside. What must have been a frozen solid stag tumulted - hoofed stick legs and mossed antler rack toppling snapping - a blur of blood, slivered bone points and creased fur skull split to the blood-balled nostrils in a strRead full post »

Jake Blake ate
baked Christmas
he did partake
wound up with
a bellyache,
for crimmeni

Girls in blue
frosted air
sparkly shoes,
all the news
near lion lair

Skipped-… Read full post »
DECEMBER 17, 2013 9:11AM

Leopard, Shepherd {POEM}

Alive and cold here, snow covers all horizontal. Windless dawndark. A great silence like a speechless child. Heat machines spark, burn and ravage flame. Pent up warmth, a leopard prowls through tin, then its fog wisps a moon walk, vanishing, words unspoken. Slant snow too high for the tongu… Read full post »

Verbatim without consent.


What is the Peace Corpse? Whoa. Wrenched thumb hereon.


What is the Peace Corps? {Back Cover of .50 paperback 1963}

Copyright 1963, by Paperback Library, Inc.

A Paperback Library Original First Printing, June, 1963

Printed in the United States of America

What is… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 10, 2013 10:56PM

November, November ---POEM

they will know you by your staying away
 a hall hook, spare, where is your hat?
 on plank bowed peeled paint porch, vacant chair
 toward gravel mud along glistened brook
a boot heel, then 3 now 4 all 4 then 3
NOVEMBER 8, 2013 4:07PM

Long Time Passing


.... OS Fiction Club...









Before the child’s internment, it happened like this, before all else:

He madly raced to the ER the opposite side in the revolving glass quad behind  ____,  her

mama’s  big b… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 4, 2013 10:49AM








                          This space reserved for Harley Fischer






dank of wet forest

we feared she'd lost

the brash


rosey with silk scarf,

another… Read full post »

for Jackie Wilson. Missing Di

Ann + JOann and yeah yeah yeah.

Clement Zablocki VA center,

MIA flags.

A gal named CeeCee, O' Susanna, Dale Evans, June Lockhart

Fundamental problems patients, Absolute Rum.  Why did JFK jokeabout

an Abomb in the Russia Embassy....kareokee deep purpled at ____

ATT c… Read full post »

OCTOBER 29, 2013 11:08AM

Something New, Something Blue

Klever!  Frankly I haven't enjoyed this time of year since I wore this excellent life-like ape rubber ape mask and mom's heavy black fur coat. 6th-7th grade or such.
No, I wasn't held back.
Is that true what they say about you and fish-net stockings, Carney
(nasal snicker, full snort laugh)… Read full post »
OCTOBER 10, 2013 12:07PM

Today a Marine,19, KIA, Comes Home

His mom was on TV, and you sensed she could not say how she felt. She said he was just home in June, and now he's coming home already. 

She wept. And could not stop weeping.
She said now she would never see him again.
The camera panned away.… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 26, 2013 12:07PM

Praying Mantis//Motionless

Rhyme he thought… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 8, 2013 3:56AM


During J.P.Hart's university years, he was encouraged  to  discard most erstwhile endeavors- most 'products' of his creativity.
Prior to his disappearance, source has it that he'd taken to googling
random phrases e.g. Why is J.P. Hart great?
Winding up with a preponderance… Read full post »
SEPTEMBER 2, 2013 4:47AM

Fee Fi Foe Fum NANO

                             Insert Harbor Image
                           that's where the fun is 




                             This Space Intentionally Left Blank

                              O.S. Fiction Club, Nearly Autumn

&… Read full post »

AUGUST 17, 2013 11:00AM

Fifty-Five Words, Snappy Poem

  A case of Saturn rockets
a flotilla of sprockets
need I a wrench
for theft of duplicity
a knawed phrasology
a vagrant e for the
signifier stream
yet I hear the saw
Saturday, new wood
all things squared
not one star
plumbed, nor punked
a free thing here
unless one… Read full post »
AUGUST 10, 2013 11:43AM

Leave It Off


[Odd the machinations of the dank jungle tunnel, a broken sleep.  A certain eye itch. Time is an agreement at high noon, a concurrence that most love Paris every moment.  A glimmer of history, too humid for a new golf shirt, qued behind honeymooners from Saginaw, shuffling elbow to… Read full post »

JULY 17, 2013 6:47PM

Aerial Stasis {Poem}

  I'm checking the clock.

Certain dreams to punch out.

Inaptly, a furious sound, distant motors and
gears, shrill solitary bird, an inhibit
ion of  Y-s fading to I-s, an electric moment of deep ety
mology, despite the digitized, the group of
ten, that pitch and toss, my quiet dreams
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JUNE 26, 2013 5:43AM

Time is Now--A PoeM

Allow the waking

when still dark

when the birds

how they sing

how the wind

who alone

who swoons

what happens

what feels

where the light

where the night

rejoices the




prayer  Read full post »

JUNE 13, 2013 11:33AM

Once Upon a Sunday 30NOV69

It’s Sunday morning 6am.  I’ve been up for an hour making beds and sweeping the floor.  Breakfast is at 6:30 so I’ll try and get out a few lines to my favorite people.  How’s everyone?  I’m half way through so I’m feeling pretty good.  Trai… Read full post »