I always wonder why they don’t notice the dead bodies of other insects and just flee…
poetry
Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream
What the title says… Continue reading
Grounded (a poem)
Inspired by a line in a Japanese drama…
The canvas (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—or 75% of it, anyway. The last section didn’t add anything worthwhile, so I cut it in favor of the last line here.
Conversation starters (a poem)
This has been a weird day. Not so weird as to qualify for bizarre, but a more mundane type of weird. And right after I finished this poem, I found the back scratcher…
No ghosts were harmed in the construction of this poem
A new typewriter poem.
Bookstore Poem #287. The only book on the shelf
It’s been almost a couple of weeks since I posted one of these, so… Continue reading
Why time and I don’t particularly get along (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Taking the train on Sunday (a poem)
A new typewriter poem on a bright Sunday afternoon…
Blood fantasies (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—a random phrase and a season 2 episode of The Handmaid’s Tale…
Ordinary Average Thoughts 