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 [...]

National Poetry Writing Month, Day #7

Today’s napowrimo.net prompt is to write a tritina. A tritina consists of three three-line stanzas plus a concluding line: each stanza contains three ‘end words’, appearing in the order ABC—CAB—BCA; all three words appear in the concluding line. My poem examines the consequences of having a brownie, a 13.7-oz Vanilla Frappuccino®, and a regular coffee [...]

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 [...]

Thinking spring must be almost here because I want to hear happy music this morning instead of sad songs and moody tunes (A poem)

Listening to Laura Nyro and The Style Council this morning—two sure signs that spring is about to arrive… I don’t want to hear about sadness or of the pathos of knowing we’ll die The morning is cold enough as it is I want you to sing of the joy and the glory of the captain and [...]

A morning poem (a poem)

The January 16th prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to come up with a list of ten words each about oil and snow, then to alternate a word from the two lists in each line of a poem until all the words have been [...]

State of Mind—December 16, 1992 (A poem)

This morning, I have been listening to a mixtape I made in December of 1992… Early morning, Xmas day Almost-forgotten sounds come from the speaker cones There’s enough there to remember the feeling of that December afternoon the sky grown dark the traffic grown thick that chill in the air but the streets still bare [...]