Before I settle down to work (a poem)

Tired this morning after spending an hour and a half in horrible Seattle traffic last night. I found myself turning to ordinary details… The odor of bleach gives way to the smell of fish and chips with a hint of vinegar I’d almost forgotten it’s Friday a habit I have every week, like clockwork the [...]

NaPoWriMo 2015, Day 11: The library on a Saturday afternoon in April (a poem)

I did not follow any prompts for Day 11. Instead, I went with a slice-of-life observation while I was out and about… The stale rubber odor dourly greets me as I enter It is at once familiar and offputting the lingering smell of a bitter reunion disbanded without resolution In the corner a tired-looking gentleman [...]