A bad place to be stuck at night (a poem)

A shadorma about a couple of tunnels near Mercer Street in Seattle. The tunnel walls have thick black streaks left by cars swerving wide as they navigate the curve at too fast a speed The yellow tile reminds me of school bathrooms in first grade There are always squares missing what happened to them? The eerie glow [...]

You have distracted me from my creative process (A poem)

Getting closer to the truth with this one… Your persistent, insistent pressure has driven me to distraction face down on the pillow screaming silently for relief The walls surrounding me witness this small spectacle without comment though perhaps not without judgement Meanwhile, I count the ticks that comprise each eternal second knowing that the moment [...]

A meditation on the art of a performance (A poem)

I wrote this earlier this evening while watching the documentary Marina Abramović: The Artist Is Present… I am merely here a presence that may or may not go unnoticed Sounds may or may not go unspoken The metronome ticks in an empty room with bare walls Sounds echo back and forth killing time A network of roads connects [...]

More weird dream stuff (December 2014)

More strange dreams last night/this morning… I I’m working in a hospital. I catch a woman with a scalpel trying to steal something. I knock the scalpel out of her hand and detain her for the authorities. The really odd thing is that she is a dead ringer for another woman at the hospital, so I [...]

imaginary picket line (a poem)

No prompts—just working from a random phrase that popped into my head… This imagination trapped itself between walls of truth and apprehension then ran to the door, pounding and screaming and demanding to be let out See, I don’t really see truth; all I see is apprehension— and that makes me afraid My imagination objects, [...]

National Poetry Writing Month: Day #24 (April 24, 2014)

Today's entry combines prompts from Kelli Russell Agodon's list: Write a poem that has the word 'love' in it somewhere. You cannot use the word 'love' by itself; it must be hidden (such as in the word 'glove', or in two words, like 'halo venom'. PoeWar: Write a poem that begins with the word 'I'. [Never a [...]