Early morning… Continue reading
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Tired of self-portraits (a poem)
Taking a moment to make sure at least one of those random lines doesn’t get away from me… Continue reading
Stagnate (a poem)
A morning thought… Continue reading
Marks (a poem)
A late-night thought… Continue reading
Candle wax (a poem)
Weird enough that I had to give it a try… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #468
Still thinking about unexpected stuff I hear. Continue reading
Complications I was made for (a poem)
No weight like the wait (a poem)
Things change, and we have to figure out why… Continue reading
Tuesday revelations (a poem)
I’m generally not surprised so much by what I hear as by the fact that I’m hearing it… Continue reading
Not lost, but manifest (a poem)
I have decided to stop watching Manifest—and for the same reason I stopped watching Blindspot (also on NBC): so unrelentingly morose, enough to make thirtysomething and My So-Called Life seem positively giddy… Continue reading