This has been a weird day. Not so weird as to qualify for bizarre, but a more mundane type of weird. And right after I finished this poem, I found the back scratcher…
poem
No ghosts were harmed in the construction of this poem
A new typewriter poem.
Bookstore Poem #287. The only book on the shelf
It’s been almost a couple of weeks since I posted one of these, so… Continue reading
Why time and I don’t particularly get along (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Taking the train on Sunday (a poem)
A new typewriter poem on a bright Sunday afternoon…
Blood fantasies (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—a random phrase and a season 2 episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
Good morning (a poem)
First thing, before the day’s work takes over…
Bundle of contradictions (a fragment)
After a long day, my mind is sort of blank. I somehow managed to spit out this fragment before I felt myself trying too hard…
Two poems about color
A long-ish day ends with a couple of musings about color:
The takedown is a bundle of confusion (a poem)
A poem while I wait to get started on some stuff.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 