I stopped at Fred Meyer this morning on my way home from my annual physical. When I saw a bunch of people in black shirts out front, between the sidewalk and the parking garage, I figured it must be the smoking area. I was right.
poetry
Lost with the dream (a poem)
A cross of sorts between last night’s dreams and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind… (Note to self: think of better title for this one.)
The feeling and what it’s been missing (a poem)
For this month’s writing challenge, I have chosen the rimas dissolutas, a form in which (according to A Poet’s Glossary, by Edward Hirsch) ‘each line in an unrhymed stanza rhymes with its corresponding line in a subsequent stanza.’ This, I am finding out, is harder than it sounds…
The busybody hive mind goes apeshit (a poem)
Something topical for the last day of my verbless-poem month…
Character (a poem)
Not a very productive day…
The inconsequential daydreams of a cracked shell (a poem)
I don’t know what this is, but I wrote it anyway.
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Sinistrata (a poem)
The look in her eyes (a poem)
This one is strange to me, because I do not remember writing it.
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Noise repellent (a poem)
Sometimes, you should let the art speak for itself…
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Archaeology (a poem)
I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head…
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Ordinary Average Thoughts 