A clip of me reading at last month’s Derb Is the Word, which was part of Redmond Derby Days: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l44mCjY2C4A (Note: the first poem is by Vasilina Orlova, from her book Holy Robots.) (28 August 2018)
Category: Poetry
Waiting Room Poem #43
The things I find in my notebooks sometimes… The pages folded between the pages of my notebook are neither random nor randomly placed But that’s how I seem to find them especially the ones I don’t recall placing there I look at them briefly then leave them where they are In their own way they [...]
Derb is the Word highlight clip
A clip of some highlights from two Saturdays ago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Eld0I9_W2Q (27 July 2018)
Bookstore Poem #314. I live in Seattle
Still trying to get just the right title, but what I have will do for now. 1 It was dark when I woke up It was raining when I left the house It took an hour and a half to get downtown I saw tents scattered beneath the freeway 2 There’s a saying: ‘If you [...]
Bookstore Poem #309
Written at Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Called nowhere I wish to go days ahead feel distant, foreign steps to retrace, unfamiliar unwelcoming The slough flowing under the bridge used to reflect a small figure looking down at the water but not peering out too far over the edge That was a few miles [...]
Seattle, c. 2018 (a poem)
Because this is what the Seattle area smells like now… Rank and rusty deep and dusky moldy and musky a sweet, and slightly rancid, aroma lines the street on my way home Soon I’m thinking up words like snugglewurtz and thrumblebummy to accompany phenomena that will someday be discovered in my name despite my never [...]
Intimacy (a poem)
Meant to post this yesterday, then completely forgot. The space between us face to face is a few feet On all other sides it is the infinite universe (24 June 2018—posted June 25th)
Artefacts from a trunk retrieved from the basement of memory (a poem)
Start with a couple album covers, and go from there… 1 The medical kit smells of mildew and ether its contents useless after decades buried under decaying trees in damp soil A label, Appliances, stuck to the edge of the lid has no meaning but for the reminder of printed manuals kept at the back [...]
It always starts with sheep, woollen’t it? (a poem)
Make of this what you will… ‘Make an example of the shepherd’ I thought you said The sheep stared at nothing as usual You sneezed but didn’t do the vampire thing instead sneezing into your opened palm which I then refused to shake It’s hard to take instruction from old pictures of yourself Everything they [...]
In my microsecond daydream (a poem)
A momentary fantasy mixed with the book I was reading and an observation of the current socio-political climate… the object falls to the ground shatters bleeds thinks about getting back together then thinks better of it and starts a new religion in which absurdity is so normal that nobody recognizes it as anything but normality [...]
