A conflation of two dramatically unrelated subjects.
poetry
Note to self (a poem) (sort of)
Sometimes I get frustrated by my tendency to fixate on certain themes…
I’m keeping the header image from yesterday’s post to glare at me if I fail to heed my own advice.
Goodnight, Sister Moon (a poem)
And then the end comes.
Saint Kevin (a poem)
I’m reading Saint Genet, Jean-Paul Satre’s biography of Jean Genet—although calling it a ‘biography’ is a stretch. So far, it’s more of an existentialist analysis of Genet than anything.
Going out on a Sunday (a poem)
A bizarre little dream from last night.
New spring afternoon (a poem)
Warm enough to sit out on the deck this afternoon.
Lunar complications (a poem)
Somehow, despite an unexpectedly hectic day, I found the wherewithal to turn a rather ordinary poem of lunar imagery into something…well, less ordinary, anyway.
Bookstore Poem #540
Went to Third Place for the first time in a week…
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a photograph of a downtown freeway viewed on a dim screen in a dark room (a poem)
When nothing else comes to mind…
This is happening (a poem)
Some of the things I was noticing as I was writing…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 