And every day another one…
Poetry
No need to make it worse (a poem)
I sense this is becoming a theme…
It’s raining (a poem)
It was raining when I got up this morning. …
The fourth emoji is what your face looks like when you’re having sex (a poem)
Based on random Twitter stuff…
The skip-rope jump dance of my runaway imagination (a poem)
The first line (minus the comma) comes from a line of WordPress spam…
The Muse lives on (a poem)
Thinking about this article from The Guardian…
Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia…
The corpus and I haven’t always been on speaking terms (a poem)
Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy…
Border poem
One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities.
How much does a pound of nothing weigh? (a poem)
Written last night during a bout of drowsiness combined with a mild headache…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 