Because, really, I come up with either decent titles or decent poems, but seldom both.
Poetry
Three premises having nothing to do with the photograph of a man on television in Hong Kong (circa 1980) hanging on my living room wall (a poem)
Inspired by the cover of the Haruomi Hosono album The Endless Talking, plus a few stray thoughts.
Saturday night. Dark room. Late-night radio.
This started out as a poem. But it wasn’t, so now it’s this.
A black-and-white photograph and the tenuous connection of memory (a poem)
I started with the photograph; then it was suddenly 1988 again.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of dissonance (a poem)
Giant Meteor 2020!
The non-sequiturs of summer (a poem)
The day in review.
Summer sheds no tears (a poem)
One year later.
Reflection on a Saturday morning when the rainclouds have cleared (a poem)
The next morning.
21 August 2020 (a poem)
Another one left this day.
How SkyNet is going to get us (a poem)
Not perfect, but it’s a start…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 