JAMES HOUSTON ARTS

  • DEATH and TAXONOMIES

    There is thatWhat one can nail downCogs and suchWhat one can meshMitres, joints and adherencesFirmly terra firmaLife in a viceBums in seatsDone deals, no failsWhat one can takeConfidentlyTo the bank In truth, thoughThe worldIs a fleeting thing © jameshoustonarts 2026

    JAMES HOUSTON

  • 04/14/14

    ThreeIn this diner-cum-barNot including meBecause I never doEven when it’s my storyAnd, it’s alwaysMy story OneMy wife, my palSipping awayAt one of the twoFreebie beersListening to songsHeard on repeat TwoAt the otherwiseEmpty barBacks to the stageDraining their pintsMolson’s CanadianIn separate silences NoneOf this reallyAwful memory mattersMuch anymoreApril 14, 2014The settled, finalPublic performance NullAnd distinctly voidedSlocan…

    JAMES HOUSTON

  • YESTERDAYS (Not Even) NEWS

    Yesterday, I stoppedPosting social mediaToday, I am not © jameshoustonarts 2026 I am certainly not alone in eschewing the rank files of social media. Though I never did twitter, I carved out a piece of my space and frog-leapt that platform to book face and “gram” instantaneously. When all that innocence of luminiferous ether began,…

    JAMES HOUSTON

  • SELF-INFLICTED

    If you took meI would be ungratefulBalking at each turnFinding insipid reasonsTo lag behind Had you assignedThe requirementsI should certainly findTime for otherwiseOf and on my own Not to be consignedAs a contrary soulMerely withinBut not withoutSelf-inflicted instruction © jameshoustonarts 2026

    JAMES HOUSTON

  • INDIFFERENCE

    INDIFFERENCE The letters of loveAre spread overLandscapes in bannersOf shimmered paint Bashed away with stick and ballAgainst walls of resistanceAs if it could everBe forced or tamed Counted and discountedWith each plucked petalFrom unfortunate flowersUntil none is left to reconcile * * * * * While the flurriedHaunt of hate in diaphanousHood with liquid gazeFrequents…

    JAMES HOUSTON