The title comes from the title of an album by Steven Wilson’s old band, No-Man…
poetry
Bookstore Poem #243
A longer poem slashed down to its core—which happened to be its final stanza: Continue reading
Car parts (a poem)
Me, road trips, and cars…
Uncommon deities in hiding (a poem)
Written while listening to Uncommon Deities.
Waiting Room Poem #28
A seventeen-word poem… Continue reading
Bookstore Poem #240. The girl with the camera
While I was at Third Place Books this afternoon, a teenage girl asked me if she could take a couple of pictures of me for a class assignment. Continue reading
The Third Symphony (a poem)
Bonus round—an unusually long poem, written on my typewriter as I was listening to Henryk Górecki’s Symphony No. 3: Symphony of Sorrowful Songs.
Bookstore Poem #229. …and the horses they rode in on
Yeah, so I didn’t get the job I was hoping for (the interview went so well!), and I needed to vent… Continue reading
April’s not so bad (a poem)
Bonus round—because I have heard three or four references to ‘April is the cruellest month’ in the last 22 hours. Not being familiar with the work of T. S. Eliot (even though I of course know the name), I had to look it up to find out where it came from. That’s really beside the point, though, since it was the cluster of references that I am responding to. Here is my poem:
Claustrophobia (a poem)
Bonus round—because I need to justify my relative lack of activity today. I had valid reasons, but just the same…
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Ordinary Average Thoughts 