First thing, before the day’s work takes over…
poetry
Bundle of contradictions (a fragment)
After a long day, my mind is sort of blank. I somehow managed to spit out this fragment before I felt myself trying too hard…
Two poems about color
A long-ish day ends with a couple of musings about color:
The takedown is a bundle of confusion (a poem)
A poem while I wait to get started on some stuff.
Afterwards (a poem)
First thing this morning.
Day of departure (a poem)
Written this afternoon while waiting for the Music of Remembrance spring concert to begin. I was specifically inspired by mention of a diary entry describing a Japanese American family’s last night at home before leaving for the Puyallup temporary detention site (and then the Minidoka camp).
An open letter to the Puritans (a poem)
A new typewriter poem.
Twilight arrives early (a poem)
A new typewriter poem, inspired by a typical grey Seattle day…
Bookstore Poem #281. Ye Olde Truth Shoppe, S. H. Sanders, Proprietor
I saw something today that said ‘the truth is out’ (it may or may not have been a book title). I know what it means—but it made me think of something a little different… Continue reading
All poets are mad (a poem)
Inspired by a blog post by Allison Marie Conway.
Ordinary Average Thoughts 