Not really in a writing space, so I struggled a bit for words most of the day—ended up repeating myself more than I would like… Continue reading
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Bookstore Poem #487
What happens when you pass the new releases tables and the animals section in quick succession… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #486
Today was my first real outing since the snow started two weeks ago. Strange thoughts coming out… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #478
A light piece today, because I was too distracted at the bookstore. The chair in the cookbooks section is rarely occupied, but there isn’t much space between the chair and the books, so when people are looking at them, it feels like I’m being watched… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #473
This may (or may not) explain a few things… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #469. Evidence of ashes (or Trash art)
Inspired by the opening to chapter one of Lidia Yuknavitch’s novel The Book of Joan: ‘Burning is an art.’… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #468
Still thinking about unexpected stuff I hear. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #465
Sometimes things you expect happen at unexpected times. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #464
Decamped for Third Place this morning just in time to miss the power outage. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #457
Written this afternoon at BookTree in Kirkland. Continue reading