Category Archives: James Babbs

by James Babbs I don’t bother getting dressed I’m not going anywhere so I keep wearing the same clothes I wore to bed I don’t watch football anymore I don’t watch anything several months ago I rolled the TV into … Continue reading →

by James Babbs sitting in my own kitchen drinking the last beer of the night and of course I’m thinking about women the ones I couldn’t get the ones who never wanted me and I’m contemplating death not necessarily my … Continue reading →

by James Babbs I don’t want your Facebook I don’t need your emails asking me to be your friend I want a real person standing in front of me someone who can touch me someone willing to talk to me … Continue reading →

by James Babbs opening the front door entering these silent rooms again and I watch the sunlight falling over the gray carpet I wanted to write about loneliness but I got on the computer and googled the name of a woman … Continue reading →