Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy…
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Border poem
One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities.
How much does a pound of nothing weigh? (a poem)
Written last night during a bout of drowsiness combined with a mild headache…
I don’t have a title for this, so I’ll just say it’s about the full moon hiding behind midsummer clouds (a poem)
So tired today…
After the 43rd day (a poem)
Inspired by this week’s episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
Twenty-one hours into this day (a poem)
Not very focused today, but I did come up with this (and do a bunch of laundry)…
34 (a poem)
Thirty-four years to the day (also a Saturday) since Live Aid, and I can’t help wondering…
Ramifications (a poem)
Partly inspired by an article in The Guardian…
Mood (a poem)
A quiet day of sorts…
Bookstore Poem #654
Another one that started from a variation on a book title. So far, I think the proper ending is after ‘It rained all weekend long’—but it’s an early draft, so I’m including the additional bits for now.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 