Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes.
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Life as the architect of my own undoing (a poem)
I’m in the middle of an editing job, so I was running short of inspiration today. Here is today’s lone poem to emerge from my pen:
Mirror selfie (a poem)
Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror?
On a Saturday morning in 2016 (a poem)
A warm, sunny day in Seattle today. So, naturally (?), I turn to introspection…
Somewhere along the line (or A poem in which I exhaust the metaphor of life as a train trip)
Up late after hearing about the death of Muhammad Ali and watching old clips on YouTube.
The smoking area in front of the Greenwood Fred Meyer, Friday morning, at 11:15 a.m. (a poem)
I stopped at Fred Meyer this morning on my way home from my annual physical. When I saw a bunch of people in black shirts out front, between the sidewalk and the parking garage, I figured it must be the smoking area. I was right.
Lost with the dream (a poem)
A cross of sorts between last night’s dreams and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind… (Note to self: think of better title for this one.)
The feeling and what it’s been missing (a poem)
For this month’s writing challenge, I have chosen the rimas dissolutas, a form in which (according to A Poet’s Glossary, by Edward Hirsch) ‘each line in an unrhymed stanza rhymes with its corresponding line in a subsequent stanza.’ This, I am finding out, is harder than it sounds…
The busybody hive mind goes apeshit (a poem)
Something topical for the last day of my verbless-poem month…
Character (a poem)
Not a very productive day…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 