Distractions on a Sunday morning (A poem)

Sunday morning… I have only vague memories of what I was just thinking about interrupted by the minor aches and pains that keep me up when I’m awake I don’t know if my muscles will stretch that far but it’s worth a shot Coffee stains on my table coffee stains in my book evidence of [...]

Twenty-five years ago doesn’t seem that long (a poem)

Last night, I was watching The Big Chill and Rockula… I remember being there when everything was happening for the first time Now all the lines are familiar I know exactly what comes next because I’ve seen it over and over and committed it to memory as though it happened yesterday (8 September 2015—posted September 9)

A rainy Tokyo afternoon (a poem)

Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to write a pantoum—a poem in which the second and fourth lines of one stanza are used as the first and third lines of the following stanza. What do you suppose she’s thinking now? It’s been twenty-three years since [...]

Tawaret, Lost (a poem)

Sometimes, I end up combining things… I I’ve seen the statue only a small piece remains Where did the rest go? The touch of a stranger’s hand brought me here to see what’s left II If I could trace the memory what shape would it take? Would I recognize it as something familiar or as [...]

Overcoming Nostalgia (for lack of a better title)

I’m in the middle of a phase. Not quite spring cleaning, not quite a purge, but something in between. One of those periods in which I feel compelled to rid myself of the untouched, the unused, the excess. Over the last few weeks, I have been regularly going through my books, videos, and CDs to [...]

The ongoing back-and-forth of what to do with my life (a poem)

The week of reflection continues… The painting on the wall is unfamiliar I’m told it’s one of mine My memory of creating it doesn’t exist although I recognize the errant brush stroke as something I might do The pen strokes in the book are more familiar I recognize the writing as mine My memory of [...]