I haven’t been spending as much time outside as I should, so my forearms in particular are really pale…
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Bookstore Poem #272. Some people have fantasies when their mind wanders; this is what happens when my mind wanders
I wrote this during a poetry reading at the Ballard Library… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #252. Deepest blue
At Third Place Books this afternoon. Svetlana Alexievich’s Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets caught my eye, resulting in this: Continue reading
‘I’m aiming for ninety-five’ (a poem)
Why am I thinking about this first thing in the morning?
Bookstore Poem #247. Inner voices
A short while ago, I overheard an author saying that kids ‘don’t have those inner critical voices’, that they don’t compare their drawings to others and judge themselves. Not so, say I… Continue reading
Sunday morning, Century Salon (a poem)
Bonus round—another long poem from the typewriter (in edited form).
Flowerhead (a poem)
The title comes from the title of an album by Steven Wilson’s old band, No-Man…
Bookstore Poem #243
A longer poem slashed down to its core—which happened to be its final stanza: Continue reading
Car parts (a poem)
Me, road trips, and cars…
Uncommon deities in hiding (a poem)
Written while listening to Uncommon Deities.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 