When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)

Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days. The afternoon feels empty and cold I can’t seem to get myself going Today feels like the same old same old I look around and there’s nothing doing Outside it’s all cloudy and grey I can’t [...]

Mid-afternoon at Third Place (a poem)

Went out for lunch yesterday, after mailing in my grant application materials. This poem describes the scene shortly before I went into the book store to look around for a while. Afternoon in the hours between the lunch and dinner crowds Classical music comes from a tinny speaker somewhere Around the tables in the common [...]

Last call (a poem)

Yesterday’s poem is a re-write of a poem I wrote last weekend… The door is closing on an empty space that used to be filled with light and the gentle sounds of the sea The keys are on the chain and it’s last call Meanwhile, the silence of the afternoon closes in with its secrets [...]

In a room by the lake towards the end of the day (a poem)

An unusual move for me: I wrote this poem this afternoon, then read it at an open mic three hours later… I heard rattling and footsteps outside a man with a bicycle walked past the window the surface of the lake rippled next to the dock The clock on the wall stood at 11:14 the [...]

Blackberry still life (a poem)

The October 27th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, involves using the first line of Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Blackberrying’ as the first line of a poem, and, if possible, including the word ‘blackberries’ in the last line or referencing Sylvia Plath in the title of the [...]