A quiet day of sorts…
poetry
Bookstore Poem #654
Another one that started from a variation on a book title. So far, I think the proper ending is after ‘It rained all weekend long’—but it’s an early draft, so I’m including the additional bits for now.
7:49 a.m. (a poem)
This morning came too early…
I bet Newton never had to make this choice (a poem)
And so it continues…
Method (a poem)
Slim pickings today—too distracted to write much, so this is what I’ve got:
Bookstore Poem #650
This one started from the title of a book I passed by.
Intrigue at the Palace (a poem)
Real life is indeed weirder than fiction sometimes…
Tanabata poem
This may seem early, but it is already July 7th in Japan, so…
On what occasion do you lie? (a poem)
Based on the Proust questionnaire, as presented in a Writers Write blog post.
Happy Birthday, America! (a poem)
Thoughts.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 