Short and to the point… Continue reading
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We never went to Paris (a poem)
Someone played violin at open mic this evening. I imagined Paris, a place I have never been…
Waiting Room Poem #37
A common waiting-room experience… Continue reading
A picture of the moment exists only in my mind (a poem)
Remembering a conversation from long ago…
Andre’s table (a poem)
Inspired by an etched name on a table at Third Place Commons…
What would she name me? (a poem)
Remembering something this morning, and following where it leads…
A question for the insects that die in my apartment (a poem)
I always wonder why they don’t notice the dead bodies of other insects and just flee…
Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream
What the title says… Continue reading
Grounded (a poem)
Inspired by a line in a Japanese drama…
The canvas (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—or 75% of it, anyway. The last section didn’t add anything worthwhile, so I cut it in favor of the last line here.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 