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rimas dissolutas
Moratorium (a poem)
Back to work—these documents aren’t going to edit themselves…
The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)
I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here…
Lunch in Shibuya (a poem)
Remembering an afternoon from 1987 or thereabouts…
Frayed (a poem)
A long day. Only one poem, but an improvement on yesterday…
The post-game minute (a poem)
Not thrilled with yesterday’s results. At least this one is short…
What is it about damaged people? (a poem)
The first couple of lines came to me in the car; getting it all down before resuming the editing job I’m working on…
Before I mail the letter (a poem)
Still plugging away at the editing job, while keeping in mind that I want to get to the post office today before it closes.
Life as the architect of my own undoing (a poem)
I’m in the middle of an editing job, so I was running short of inspiration today. Here is today’s lone poem to emerge from my pen:
Mirror selfie (a poem)
Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror?
Ordinary Average Thoughts 