And then the end comes.
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Saint Kevin (a poem)
I’m reading Saint Genet, Jean-Paul Satre’s biography of Jean Genet—although calling it a ‘biography’ is a stretch. So far, it’s more of an existentialist analysis of Genet than anything.
Going out on a Sunday (a poem)
A bizarre little dream from last night.
New spring afternoon (a poem)
Warm enough to sit out on the deck this afternoon.
Lunar complications (a poem)
Somehow, despite an unexpectedly hectic day, I found the wherewithal to turn a rather ordinary poem of lunar imagery into something…well, less ordinary, anyway.
Bookstore Poem #540
Went to Third Place for the first time in a week…
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a photograph of a downtown freeway viewed on a dim screen in a dark room (a poem)
When nothing else comes to mind…
This is happening (a poem)
Some of the things I was noticing as I was writing…
Resort (a poem)
Sometimes you have to go with the music…
Mapless (a poem)
I wonder about myself sometimes…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 