Six lines of heartbreak
doubled in some places
unbroken
walk through walls
swim across oceans
tug from unseen places
connect moments in time
bind to memory
define permanence
(12 July 2018)
bookstore poem
Bookstore Poem #314. I live in Seattle
Still trying to get just the right title, but what I have will do for now. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #309
Written at Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #304. Survival
Short and to the point… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream
What the title says… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #287. The only book on the shelf
It’s been almost a couple of weeks since I posted one of these, so… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #281. Ye Olde Truth Shoppe, S. H. Sanders, Proprietor
I saw something today that said ‘the truth is out’ (it may or may not have been a book title). I know what it means—but it made me think of something a little different… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #273. A small fantasy that undoubtedly reveals a profound misunderstanding of the behavior of atoms
Despite feeling mostly uninspired by much today, I dragged myself down to Third Place Books, and settled in the chair across from the Science section… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #272. Some people have fantasies when their mind wanders; this is what happens when my mind wanders
I wrote this during a poetry reading at the Ballard Library… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #252. Deepest blue
At Third Place Books this afternoon. Svetlana Alexievich’s Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets caught my eye, resulting in this: Continue reading
Ordinary Average Thoughts 