The shell arcs off-axis (a poem)

Today’s entry has a title I have trouble pronouncing, even if I say it slowly… The tape gets stuck in the machine with no way to get it out but to force it open Of course, that stretches the tape maybe even breaks it— and there goes my favorite mix— what these days they might [...]


She talks a lot about veins (a poem)

A late entry, written earlier this evening while listening to a poet read. Mine always seem to go unnoticed I know I never see that bulging vein on my forehead The ones in my neck hardly ever rage along with those muscles around my throat that would leave a V-zone where my T-zone should be [...]

The lamp I’ve mistaken for moonlight makes me think of a boat (a poem)

Today’s late entry. I got such an early start on everything this morning that I didn’t set aside time to write anything until a few minutes ago… It feels like such an old-fashioned word, doesn’t it? Nobody says it anymore unless they’re reading a book, talking about history, or hoping to conjure up a genie [...]