Thinking about this article from The Guardian…
poetry
Looking up people I haven’t seen for a long time late at night when I can’t get to sleep just because (a poem)
Forgot to edit the intro again—this has nothing to do with a workshop, and everything to do with insomnia and nostalgia…
The corpus and I haven’t always been on speaking terms (a poem)
Another poem from Poets in the Park, written during a workshop led by Tara Hardy…
Border poem
One of the poems I wrote yesterday during the Poets in the Park festivities.
How much does a pound of nothing weigh? (a poem)
Written last night during a bout of drowsiness combined with a mild headache…
I don’t have a title for this, so I’ll just say it’s about the full moon hiding behind midsummer clouds (a poem)
So tired today…
After the 43rd day (a poem)
Inspired by this week’s episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
Twenty-one hours into this day (a poem)
Not very focused today, but I did come up with this (and do a bunch of laundry)…
34 (a poem)
Thirty-four years to the day (also a Saturday) since Live Aid, and I can’t help wondering…
Ramifications (a poem)
Partly inspired by an article in The Guardian…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 