The title comes from a chapter of Jean-Paul Sartre’s Saint Genet; the rest comes from an afternoon ferry ride with a supposedly ‘routine’ escort by Coast Guard vessels, and the news. My attempt at commentary isn’t successful, but if I still think this poem worthy after some time has passed, I will have plenty of opportunity to work on it…
Tonight’s reading (It’s About Time, at the Ballard library) was the first one I had been to in what feels like forever. I wrote lots of new poems during; this is one of the couple that I liked… Continue reading
Another weird day—I’ll leave it at that…
What a weird day—in an oddly unremarkable way…
So I did write something this morning. Inspired by this photo…
…and because Mercury has been in retrograde since last week…
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In semi-heavy editing mode since yesterday, so here is the first of a couple of poems from Saturday… Continue reading
Put disparate elements together, and somehow they make sense…
Something very simple to end the day…
Watching movies…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 