By chance, I happened upon a prompt that directed me to turn to page 168 of a book, then use all of the words appearing in the seventh line of text on the page. The book I happened to grab was Fight Club…
poetry
There is no syntax to silence (a poem)
Title courtesy of Vasilina Orlova.
The emptiest Xmas ever (a poem)
Trying to figure out my total lack of interest in Xmas this year…
The dilemma of a poet uncomfortable with poetry (a poem)
Trying to find poetry in print is often a frustrating exercise for me. There is plenty of it out there; the hard part is finding poems that I can connect with. I was looking at books in the poetry section of Third Place Books this afternoon; this poem followed not long after.
Winter Solstice 2016 (a poem)
Trixie woke me up this morning at the exact time of the solstice—2:44 a.m.…
The year without Xmas (a poem)
Normally, even when I am feeling depressed about it, it still feels like Xmas. This year has been different—with all the hand-wringing, angst, and anxiety about the election, it has not felt even a little bit like Xmas…
Lonely Xmas evening (a poem)
Went to an Xmas show this evening, as I’ve done for all but one of the last five years. One of the performers was a very beautiful burlesque dancer. I wonder about myself sometimes…
On waters travelled within (a poem)
Inspired by the Pussy Riot video ‘Organs’, the Ruby Throat video ‘Barebaiting’, and a photo or two on Tumblr. Continue reading
A reflection on impossibility (a poem)
I picked up on the phrase ‘impossible women’ in an episode of Star Trek: Voyager and ran with it…
Caffeine➝ insomnia (a poem)
I should not have had that last coffee yesterday…
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