Bookstore Poem #370. The lost art of list-making

2018/08/27 — Leave a comment

Still processing. A cryptic statement, I know, but I’m not ready to share just yet…
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Bookstore Poem #371. Greyscale

2018/08/27 — Leave a comment

I saw a phrase about either a colorless land or a land without color earlier today. Danged if’n I can find it now, though…
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Interval (a poem)

2018/08/26 — Leave a comment

Today was a little easier. (The quote used in the poem is from the documentary The Artefacta about the artist Nicola Costantino.)
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One of those little things (a poem)

2018/08/26 — Leave a comment

The only thing I wrote yesterday.
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Smoke will rise (a poem)

2018/08/24 — Leave a comment

For different reasons, not much to choose from today, I’m afraid.
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Waiting Room Poem #56

2018/08/23 — Leave a comment

Not much to choose from today, I’m afraid.
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An experiment: two poems

2018/08/22 — Leave a comment

I’m a little surprised I was able to think of anything to write after a 10-hour work day. But I managed. In fact, I tried something slightly different (for me): I took the first poem I wrote, and wrote a more-or-less line-by-line response to it…
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