I started out writing this as a poem, but quickly discovered that it needed to take a different form: I remember the smart young woman in the first car of the subway. She usually had a little too much blush, and wore what we referred to as an eggshell skirt* (because of its shape). She was [...]
Tag: impressions
1204 Indian St. (a poem)
No prompt, just things from yesterday, when I drove by my grandparents’ old house… It’s all boarded up now the gate replaced by a fence overgrown with vines and weeds junked out car in the alley next to the old garage Death sent me a message I’ve not seen in twenty years signed with ‘I love [...]
Saturn Building (a poem)
I had an appointment yesterday in Fremont… Ah, that new building smell! Hard wood floors a complete lack of atmosphere Maybe it should be in outer space after all (18 March 2015—posted March 19)
#BlackFriday2014 (a poem)
As usual, news of Black Friday protests was hard to miss. It was also occasionally difficult to stomach. I They storm the entrance to shop for bargains They fight over TVs and Barbies and clothes The Walmart brawls are met with bemusement by cell phone cameras and smirking news anchors Because shopping is now a [...]
Watercolors (a poem)
One more rumination on the recent news (partly inspired by a photograph)… The lines are fuzzy the edges unclear the colors muted the atmosphere dull and hazy It sums up the way I feel it fits my mood at the moment black and blue and indistinct deeply bruised yet barely there I can’t make sense [...]
Green (a poem)
The August 22nd prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to choose a color, then write a poem using only images of that color. I didn't quite do it that way, but it worked for me. It's the color of the trees around me [...]
One Sunday Morning (a poem)
Early morning, watching a David Sylvian video on YouTube. Impressions I remember one Sunday morning at dawn The sounds of confession remind me a lot of choking Her face obscured in red words are stuttered and broken Pictures flow in blurs and smears The scraping sounds spin ’round Hands move in slow motion It's not [...]
National Poetry Writing Month: Day 22 (April 22, 2013)
Ignoring today's prompt; writing a pastoral poem doesn't interest me. The shadow of the chair in the morning sun, like a lion about to strike. The warmth and the distraction remind me I have things to do. Sounds come in from off the streets outside; the roar of the traffic ebbs and flows. The skies [...]
National Poetry Writing Month: Day #13 (April 13, 2013)
Today's prompt is to take a walk, make notes, and incorporate them into a poem. Well, this wasn't that kind of a day. So, instead of an actual walk, I took a mental walk through the day, and noted a few impressions… Reflections on a Saturday I You! You had one thing what you had [...]
Ordinary Average Thoughts 