Remembering an afternoon from 1987 or thereabouts…
poetry
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Frayed (a poem)
A long day. Only one poem, but an improvement on yesterday…
The post-game minute (a poem)
Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short…
What is it about damaged people? (a poem)
The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on…
Before I mail the letter (a poem)
Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes.
Life as the architect of my own undoing (a poem)
I’m in the middle of an editing job, so I was running short of inspiration today. Here is today’s lone poem to emerge from my pen:
Mirror selfie (a poem)
Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror?
On a Saturday morning in 2016 (a poem)
A warm, sunny day in Seattle today. So, naturally (?), I turn to introspection…
Somewhere along the line (or A poem in which I exhaust the metaphor of life as a train trip)
Up late after hearing about the death of Muhammad Ali and watching old clips on YouTube.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 