Because it occurs to me that there is a connection that I have pushed so far to the back of my mind that I don’t remember what it is.
poem
Pharmaceutical commercial (a poem)
I saw one of those pharmaceutical ads on TV today. It opened with people playing at a swimming pool. The first line of this poem was my first reaction to the opening images.
On my 58th birthday (a poem)
I usually either make a mix or write something. This time, I wrote something.
The Annual Charity Breakfast and Arms Junket of the Order of Benevolent Thrushes of St. Andrew’s Meadow (a poem)
My recent adventures in sound inspired the title.
Thursday afternoon (a poem)
A few years ago, I wrote a poem with a similar image. I think I got it right this time.
Thoughts I don’t know how to express (a poem)
Sit serene beside me (a poem)
A single line noted in the middle of the night
+ YouTube videos of Otomo Yoshihide turntable performances
+ white noise background videos
+ Empress Rose
+ random words (Heseltine, alters, mourtain or sea)
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Beachfront (a poem)
One of those times when a single line pops into my head and I follow it from there.
A long day after a long night (a poem)
A report from the other side.
Cornered (a poem)
A more abstract view.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 