JAMES W JOHNSON'S Art with Text

all pieces are one-of-a-kind:

2 right feet
3 o'clock
visiting hours
supper time
birds
bottlecap
broken glass
a regular
cast stone
chain
precious memories
process of elimination
cold storage tank
control valve
crunchy ground
diving belle
dry fish
depth of field
the usual places
it's a miracle
extension cage
it's getting late
glass blocks
gutter
handicapped
I heard a poet yesterday
he loves me
I'm deep
insect-headed
in this way
window shade
friday in jail
keep out
wired
wed.
he used to be soft
your skin
towaway zone
once pure
sunsets
sunk without trace
picturing
buster
red and green
my belly
rust
sanctuary
sight savers
a view
it's isolated here
the telephone receiver
surface tension
2-23-99
sure we'll make it
a sitting duck
cheese isn'e just for mice
dusty road
mausoleum
my dearest
a thin line
closed curtains
split bricks
half-eaten pear
bed of moss
drained pocket
it's a happy day          

Here are a few poems without images:

The Library

Did I do wrong?

Knowledge of Surface

Iron Horse

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