First thing this morning.
poem
Day of departure (a poem)
Written this afternoon while waiting for the Music of Remembrance spring concert to begin. I was specifically inspired by mention of a diary entry describing a Japanese American family’s last night at home before leaving for the Puyallup temporary detention site (and then the Minidoka camp).
An open letter to the Puritans (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Twilight arrives early (a poem)
A new typewriter poem, inspired by a typical grey Seattle day…
Bookstore Poem #281. Ye Olde Truth Shoppe, S. H. Sanders, Proprietor
I saw something today that said ‘the truth is out’ (it may or may not have been a book title). I know what it means—but it made me think of something a little different… Continue reading
All poets are mad (a poem)
Inspired by a blog post by Allison Marie Conway.
From books to bees (a poem)
A new typewriter poem. I wasn’t quite in the right frame of mind for anything to flow very easily—but, a few small edits later, this is what I got.
Bookstore Poem #273. A small fantasy that undoubtedly reveals a profound misunderstanding of the behavior of atoms
Despite feeling mostly uninspired by much today, I dragged myself down to Third Place Books, and settled in the chair across from the Science section… Continue reading
There is no glass (a poem)
A new typewriter poem. Minimal editing. I don’t know that it’s any good, but it’s honest—which is what I am always striving for…
Disamenity (a poem)
Saturday morning at the typewriter…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 