Grabbed a few minutes at the bookstore between tasks…
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Bookstore Poem #384. Clay from ash
Another afternoon hanging out at the bookstore, if only for a little while…
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Bookstore Poem #379. The weight
Hanging out at the bookstore this afternoon…
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Bookstore Poem #373. Lives reduced to ash
Yes, this is a poem about cremation…
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Bookstore Poem #370. The lost art of list-making
Still processing. A cryptic statement, I know, but I’m not ready to share just yet…
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Bookstore Poem #371. Greyscale
I saw a phrase about either a colorless land or a land without color earlier today. Danged if’n I can find it now, though…
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Bookstore Poem #369. 3–6–9
Although little has changed since yesterday, I am breathing a bit easier now that Mercury is direct again…
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Bookstore Poem #362
Written while at a reading earlier today.
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Bookstore Poem #350. Considering my recent obsession with bodies of water
I wrote another poem today that I like better than this one—but it’s already spoken for. So…
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Bookstore Poem #319. Learning to love the deep blue sea
Bonus round… Continue reading