A thought from last night that persisted through the morning…
poem
After (a poem)
Again presented without comment (except for this)…
Walking mute (a poem)
Presented without comment (except for this)…
Moratorium (a poem)
Back to work—these documents aren’t going to edit themselves…
I have questions (a poem)
This is a repost of a poem I wrote in response to Charleston, and subsequently read at Poets Against Hate in Seattle earlier this year. It is also one of the poems in my book Refusal to Remain Invisible.
(12 June 2016)
Some of the questions that came to mind yesterday…
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The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)
I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here…
Lunch in Shibuya (a poem)
Remembering an afternoon from 1987 or thereabouts…
Frayed (a poem)
A long day. Only one poem, but an improvement on yesterday…
The post-game minute (a poem)
Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short…
What is it about damaged people? (a poem)
The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 