Back to the typewriter for a bit this afternoon.
poetry
The fading history of 1984 (a poem)
Found a JCPenney MCS 3543 cassette deck at Goodwill in Everett on Thursday afternoon. I couldn’t find a spot to plug it in and test it, but it was clean and appeared to be in good condition, and it was only about $15 (red tags were 30% off that day). The best part? REAL VU METERS with needles! By that time—the early 1980s—most new decks came with peak-reading LED meters. Anyway, I got around to trying it out, which put me in a 1984 frame of mind…
Make sure the doors and windows have locks (a poem)
Before tonight’s open-mic reading, somebody was talking about putting something in the fire after reading it…
Bookstore Poem #619. It was a sign
Something I have noticed over the last few years.
Bookstore Poem #614. Until you obliterate the ground or the shadow, there can be no rest
Partly inspired by the shadows produced by the lighting at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park and trying to photograph a single page of a book without being able to remove it…
Oh, forget names (a poem)
My attention has been elsewhere today, so this is all I’ve got…
Bookstore Poem #611
From today’s pre-reading workshop…
Bookstore Poem #126. Revolutions are in/convenient
This is a repost. Admittedly, it’s not very poem-like, but…
Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Despite the title [and refrain], this ended up being a general rumination on war and violence. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #608: Alabama song
A two-fer today. I’m sure this isn’t as clever as I thought it was when I wrote it—but the news is the news, and this pretty much was the news this week…
Bookstore Poem #604
Responding to something I saw online. Not sure why I thought of a driving metaphor…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 