‘The other day, I was in a record shop. Looking through the LPs, I found the Queen catalog reissues. On one of them, the Virgin Records logo was in the upper right corner. But, on closer inspection, the famous logo that was supposedly scrawled on a napkin had been ‘cleaned up’: the basic shape was there; the letterforms were close, but all wrong…
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The third-worst possible pain (A poem)
The first two (as far as I know) would be childbirth and getting kicked in the crotch…
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Fall into me (A poem)
I swear, I do not know how I got anything done yesterday…
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There’s no such thing as snow anymore (A poem)
An attempt to conceptually connect weather and television.
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Looking for the big picture (A poem)
Being detail-oriented is not always a good thing…
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Of unwritten poems and video screens (A poem)
Sometimes, I miss the window for getting something down on paper…
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The brandy chronicles (A poem)
As a moderate drinker, I don’t much like the stronger stuff (generally speaking, anything stronger than Bailey’s). Once or twice a year, though, I do enjoy a bit of brandy…
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Friday (A poem)
Not a great day for writing yesterday…
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Auto repair tanka (a poem)
Took my car in for an oil change this morning. Naturally, other things needed to be take care of as well. (It is a 12-year-old car, after all…) Continue reading
Are all poems about love and sadness? (A poem)
Written during last night’s open mic… Continue reading
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