I’m participating in an online poetry retreat for the rest of the month. This is my second poem.
Poetry
Week 1/Day 1. So it’s like that… (a poem)
I’m participating in an online poetry retreat for the rest of the month. This is my first poem.
Separated by a common language (a poem)
Sometimes the right word is hard to find.
The President of the United States of America visits Walter Reed National Military Medical Center (a poem)
I know what my mom would say. I’ll just say this.
The trouble with my imagination (a poem)
Up a little late tonight.
As the shadow phase begins (a poem)
There’s a bright, golden moon tonight.
Behnd the mask when masks are up front (a poem)
A self-portrait of sorts.
The spiralling of winter ghosts (a poem)
Written during a poetry reading while listening to David Sylvian & Holger Czukay.
Acknowledgement (a poem)
It is popular these days to begin certain gatherings by ‘acknowledging the land’. But it seems to me that the people offering these ‘acknowledgements’, however well-intentioned, are leaving a few things out.
For my part, I acknowledge that this is likely not a popular opinion.
233 (a poem)
Where there’s fire and a whole lot of wind, there’s smoke—and a lot of it.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 