Before tonight’s open-mic reading, somebody was talking about putting something in the fire after reading it…
poem
Bookstore Poem #619. It was a sign
Something I have noticed over the last few years.
Bookstore Poem #614. Until you obliterate the ground or the shadow, there can be no rest
Partly inspired by the shadows produced by the lighting at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park and trying to photograph a single page of a book without being able to remove it…
Oh, forget names (a poem)
My attention has been elsewhere today, so this is all I’ve got…
Bookstore Poem #611
From today’s pre-reading workshop…
Bookstore Poem #126. Revolutions are in/convenient
This is a repost. Admittedly, it’s not very poem-like, but…
Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Despite the title [and refrain], this ended up being a general rumination on war and violence. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #608: Alabama song
A two-fer today. I’m sure this isn’t as clever as I thought it was when I wrote it—but the news is the news, and this pretty much was the news this week…
Bookstore Poem #604
Responding to something I saw online. Not sure why I thought of a driving metaphor…
Repost: An open letter to the Puritans (a poem)
Upon learning that my state has an anti-abortion bill in committee that not only bans abortion from the moment of conception but also declares the state exempt from federal laws and federal court rulings, it’s time to repost this. (I have replicated my subsequent edits, so this version matches the one included in my newest collection of poems.) [Update 5/17/19: I received a reply from my state senator; the bill never received a hearing in committee, and is dead, since the 2019 legislative session has been adjourned.]
Misdirections (a poem)
I wrote this earlier this evening while at a poetry reading…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 