My first poem of 2017…
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The last night of the year (a poem)
My last poem of 2016…
The things that make me remember (a poem)
A jumble of memories and present moments in this one…
Ill-fitting disguise (a poem)
I just started watching this Japanese series, Fujiko, on Hulu. A couple of moments got me going on this…
Pen vs Shadow (a poem)
A brief poem from last night.
The optics of dimension (a poem)
Inspired by an offhand remark by George Michael in a television interview.
A small experiment
Yesterday, I tried something a little different. I started out writing a prose poem, but wasn’t satisfied with it—so I took what I had written and adapted it to more of a free-verse form. First, the prose poem:
168.7 (a poem)
By chance, I happened upon a prompt that directed me to turn to page 168 of a book, then use all of the words appearing in the seventh line of text on the page. The book I happened to grab was Fight Club…
There is no syntax to silence (a poem)
Title courtesy of Vasilina Orlova.
The emptiest Xmas ever (a poem)
Trying to figure out my total lack of interest in Xmas this year…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 