At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair.
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The inescapable self wrought revenge (a poem)
Earlier today, I read an article about what divorced people do with their wedding rings. This isn’t strictly about that, but the poem I wrote after the poem I wrote about that.
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Sordid state of affairs (a poem)
Earlier today, I combined a couple of poems while preparing to submit work to a journal; I finished this poem in similar fashion.
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Summer 1978 (a poem)
Listening to Steely Dan’s Aja…
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If you put the two together (a poem)
Inspired by the hour glass and the dancer, by MiYoung Margolis, both currently hanging at VALA Art Center in Redmond…
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What if you could play Merzbow on guitar? (a poem)
This weird thought came to me during the open mic last night…
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Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Eleven: Neither neither nor nor
Eleventh poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem from the point of view of someone without a home. Continue reading
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Six: Sidetracked
Sixth poem of the day. Continue reading
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Five: The last time I went there
Fifth poem of the day. Continue reading
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Four: The dream is always the same
Fourth poem of the day. Continue reading
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