The final shadorma of the month.
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Upon seeing artists in person for the first time after having spent time with their work (a poem)
Anagram, undiscovered (a poem)
Art model tumblr (a poem)
I am surviving (a poem)
A shadorma that I feel better about. Earlier this week, a woman named Deborah Danner was killed by New York police responding to a 911 call from her neighbors. Ms. Danner had schizophrenia; it seems likely she was having some sort of episode related to her illness. Yesterday, the New York Times ran an editorial about her, in which they linked to an essay (shared by her lawyer) that she wrote four years ago. Many of the things she wrote about in the essay are familiar to me—I have lived with anxiety and panic attacks since 1989.
The stanzas in this poem roughly correspond to the paragraphs in Ms. Danner’s essay, but they also reflect my own experience.
Now that it is done (a poem)
A shadorma after voting yesterday. Not much—but, as Diane Keaton says in one of Woody Allen’s movies, ‘hey, they can’t all be winners.’
Campaign (a poem)
A shadorma about the Election That Will Not End.
A small request for the next woman to love me, if you are out there somewhere (a poem)
A shadorma on a much better day. Partly inspired by The Matrix Reloaded.
Free mah-jongg (a poem)
A shadorma about distraction on this crappy Monday.
A bad place to be stuck at night (a poem)
A shadorma about a couple of tunnels near Mercer Street in Seattle.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 