A short poem inspired by a line from an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. My dreams are Las Vegas: open all night, and what happens there stays there (6 January 2017)
Tag: dreams
The page is a reminder (a poem)
An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a diary page posted by Ksenia Anske. I don’t recognize the writing on some pages, I don’t see it at all (tip: never use fluorescent yellow highlighters to write in journals) I know that I was bored or angry wanting to be anywhere else wanting to pretend it never happened [...]
The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)
I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here… Get there before it’s too late the road is sludge, so it’s a hard, hard slog but each step follows the last step splashing mud everywhere Good thing clean clothes aren’t that important it’s the work, always the [...]
National Poetry Writing Month, Day #11
Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a poem ‘in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn't seemingly [sic] have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.’ I approached this from a slightly different angle, describing parts of the [...]
National Poetry Writing Month 2016, Day #1
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a lune, a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. If machines make war do drones dream? What are their nightmares? (1 April 2016)
16.3.16 (A poem)
A birthday pantoum… The day has vanished in a flash again just like it did last year just like it did back then before I made it here Just like it did last year I’m spending the evening out and about Before I made it here I had to learn to do without I’m spending the [...]
The morning after headaches and explosions in the night (A poem)
Back to the pantoum. The ‘explosions’ part of the title refers to last night’s gas explosion in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood. One of the businesses destroyed in the explosion was Neptune Coffee, the first place I ever read any of my writing in public (a short story, in late 2013). The Couth Buzzard, where I regularly participate [...]
The course of events (A poem)
Not a pantoum or a poem about politics (yes!), but necessary. It always starts in the same place: at the back of the neck below the base of the skull just above the fold At first, I don’t think much of it Perhaps I slept wrong or it’s a knot that can be loosened with [...]
The permanence of memory (A poem)
Actually, I was awake at 12:30 a.m. on New Year’s Day, but poetic license… The things I remember could fill a book the things I don’t could fill three Some things are bound to remain mysteries It’s four o’clock in the morning I’ve been up since one That’s the trouble with sleep and the hours [...]
Silent blue screen (A poem)
Inspiration has been in short supply the last couple of days. This is Saturday’s sole poem, partly the result of following the November 7th prompt in The Daily Poet, by Kelli Russell Agodon and Martha Silano, which involved taking lines or images from a previously written poem I did not like, and using them to write [...]
Ordinary Average Thoughts 