From a longer poem; I’m not yet sure the first part is necessary.
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I am not art (a poem)
As I was scrolling past something, the phrase ‘we are all art’ (or something similar) caught my eye. This is my response.
In a melting absolute (a poem)
The title came to me last night as I was falling asleep.
Ribbons and threads (a poem)
Another true story.
Avec (a poem)
True story.
Votre nom (a poem)
An observation.
A post-cinema politic (a poem)
About a movie but not.
Monday morning, Samish Way (a poem)
Observations from this morning.
Passing thoughts in cluster and transit (a poem)
This is not necessarily political, but I still have been watching too much news lately.
Chapter and Verse: An Ode to Congress (a poem)
The holidays and the end of the year are shortly upon us, yet the United States Congress has taken no further action to provide assistance to the citizens they supposedly represent. In fact, if I understand correctly, they are about to break for the holidays. Either way, it seems they are currently not working on a covid package.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 