Bookstore Poem #614. Until you obliterate the ground or the shadow, there can be no rest

Partly inspired by the shadows produced by the lighting at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park and trying to photograph a single page of a book without being able to remove it… The distraction would be too much beside the inevitable distortion of lines curving into a common edge helpless against the angles of [...]

Bookstore Poem #126. Revolutions are in/convenient

This is a repost. Admittedly, it’s not very poem-like, but… Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Despite the title [and refrain], this ended up being a general rumination on war and violence. Revolutions are in/convenient. The disarray and chaos stirred up by the revolution, if done right, will be sucked up and swept away in [...]