Baxter Vaughan’s clock (a poem)

This name just popped into my head last night, so I wrote it down… No break for Baxter Vaughan there with the cheese grater and a pen all second thoughts and underlines a clock with not enough minutes on the kitchen wall Coffee cup rings on Baxter Vaughan’s notebook a spill out to the edge [...]

My writing tools

Here is a short list of my writing tools: Very Big Sketch Book (Art Alternatives) This is exactly what it says: 600 pages of 75-lb. acid-free paper, 12-1/2" (h) by 10-3/4" (w), in a very sturdy, hardbound book. It’s large enough—and heavy enough—that I carry it in a laptop bag whenever I take it with me [...]

The things I write (a poem)

It is getting rather hot here in the Pacific Northwest (91º F where I am), so here is something I wrote this morning, while it was still cool enough to think straight… Brief scenarios flow from my pen along with impressions delusions devotions Some make sense Some make nonsense I discard some pages right away [...]

Vignettes (a poem)

A series of vignettes on this early morning… I The city lingers in my mind a ghost in search of a metaphor Even a bad one will do— the identity doesn’t care what it is as long as it exists In the meantime it is protected II I once drew the eight of diamonds but [...]

The course of a quiet afternoon in the life of a solitary poet in search of the perfect poem (a poem)

Self-explanatory… I’m going to sit here out on the deck for a while feeling the sunlight on my face and listening to the waters of the creek rush past Bells will mark the hour a few minutes early in all their pre-recorded splendor at which time I will look at the clock to complete the [...]