On a Saturday morning in 2016 (a poem)

A warm, sunny day in Seattle today. So, naturally (?), I turn to introspection… Driving with the windows down on a warm, sunny morning Laura Nyro’s ‘Stoned Soul Picnic’ coming from the cassette as the tall, tall trees that line the road sway with the gentle breeze I think about driving into town but I [...]

At the Couth Buzzard on Sunday morning after the storm (a poem)

After my late morning cup of coffee… The tables sit empty except for this guy in one corner (that would be me) writing in an oversized sketchbook with a purple pen Sunlight peeks in through a couple of open windows (it’s in my eyes, but that’s okay) A box fan in an open doorway keeps [...]

The gardens (a poem)

First new poem after a five-day break from writing. The gardens wild with conversation in the shade of the old brick building Inside the shadows listen intently looking for signs in the bursts of laughter A light breeze brings them all together to make the afternoon complete (12 August 2015—posted August 13)

Black-and-white foreign film (with subtitles) (a poem)

I wrote three poems last night while watching a Japanese film (ももいろそらを, a/k/a About the Pink Sky). They all had parts I liked, but none of them quite worked on their own. This morning, I combined and edited them into a single poem… When the world looks flat and shallow and devoid of color time [...]