The morning after headaches and explosions in the night (A poem)

Back to the pantoum. The ‘explosions’ part of the title refers to last night’s gas explosion in Seattle’s Greenwood neighborhood. One of the businesses destroyed in the explosion was Neptune Coffee, the first place I ever read any of my writing in public (a short story, in late 2013). The Couth Buzzard, where I regularly participate [...]

Dear Iris (A poem)

Today’s epistle, another terzanelle, is inspired by my choice to work on my tax return today… I swear, now you’re just toying with me getting my hopes up, and then WHAM! You know it doesn’t take much to make me dizzy… If the window’s closed, the door won’t slam It seems I can’t escape the [...]

To the tap dancer centre stage (A poem)

Continuing the epistles with another terzanelle. That’s an awkward dance you’re performing Are you sure you’re getting through? It’s a little bit shaky—but you are charming All those people on the stage, and the focus is on you The place is heating up, the smoke on the rise Are you sure you’re getting through? Either way, it’s such a [...]

P.O.V. (a poem)

Sometimes… It’s hard to believe what we see when premeditation is in control calculated in its execution documented for posterity At first, it looks false (How could anybody not be noticing this?) but then we recognize the setting and know what comes next Still, it’s a shock it’s a surprise As the scene plays out [...]