Took a few boxes of stuff to Goodwill this afternoon. Yes, I forgot one…
poem
Having shingles and watching House (a poem)
They told me there would be lots of hurry up and wait…
The significance of this is not clear (a poem)
Shingles. What the hell?!
Musing (a poem)
Needs a better title…
Little treasures (a poem)
Closing in on three weeks, and I am still finding these things…
Reminder (a poem)
She would have turned 89 tomorrow…
Bookstore Poem #670
First time in about three weeks at the bookstore…
Scavenging (a poem)
It’s a process, as they way…
One last discovery before turning out the lights (a poem)
Found another box to look through…
143 poem: William F. Buckley
A blackout poem done at poetrynight at the Alternative Library in Bellingham. From Poetry magazine, Vol. CXC, No. 2, p. 143, May 2007 issue.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 