The first line is borrowed (with permission) from I can feel the changes coming//expired film by S. R. Mason. Continue reading
poetry
Moment in silence (a poem)
Allowing myself a philosophical moment at the end of the day. Continue reading
Quiet day (a poem)
I haven’t done one of these for a while: no conversation (except where necessary—at the grocery store checkout, for example), no music, no use of any device specifically designed to produce sound. Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #478
A light piece today, because I was too distracted at the bookstore. The chair in the cookbooks section is rarely occupied, but there isn’t much space between the chair and the books, so when people are looking at them, it feels like I’m being watched… Continue reading
Da capo al fine (a poem)
Watching Ryuichi Sakamoto: CODA on blu-ray from Japan… Continue reading
The 13th day passed without incident (a poem)
Someday I’ll figure out why I keep coming back to that particular metaphor… Continue reading
Melting with silence (a poem)
Call it what you will… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #473
This may (or may not) explain a few things… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #469. Evidence of ashes (or Trash art)
Inspired by the opening to chapter one of Lidia Yuknavitch’s novel The Book of Joan: ‘Burning is an art.’… Continue reading
Last round (a poem)
A quiet afternoon… Continue reading
Ordinary Average Thoughts 