Bookstore Poem #139. Optical illusion at Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park

Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park.  He sat with two fingers raised as if holding an invisible cigarette or saluting an invisible Boy Scout (18 February 2018)  

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Exquisite corpse poem in The Seattle Star

Recently I participated in another Creative Commons celebration in Seattle. As part of the festivities, participants were asked to contribute a couple of lines to an exquisite corpse poem—a poem constructed a line or two at a time, which each participant seeing and responding to only a single line. The Seattle Star, the fine folks [...]

An itinerary (a poem)

I’m watching Quay Brothers films again…  The fourth day of the week arrived on the fifth day of the week I gave it a cursory glance then went back to staring at objects less deserving of my attention Their value was merely potential but sometimes potential requires attention if it is to develop into itself [...]

Bookstore Poem #126. Revolutions are in/convenient

Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. Despite the title, this ended up being a general rumination on war and violence. Revolutions are in/convenient. The disarray and chaos stirred up by the revolution, if done right, will be sucked up and swept away in the aftermath. A new sense of order, with calm taking place of [...]

Gradient fade

An evening at home…  Where the colors of the scene fade to reveal a flat background detail hides                   The dots fall farther and farther apart giving each other all the space they need and then some                        They don’t give me much to work with my visions of future terror need viable settings to [...]

In the quiet of the vestibule at St Andrews

Written yesterday evening in the annex of St Andrews Bar & Grill. (‘Sylvian’s Wood’ is a piece of music recorded by Christopher DeLaurenti in 1996.)   Though I’ve moved far on from Sylvian’s Wood I can still see its brilliant trees towering over sleeping steeples The holy blood of saints and sheep has been left in [...]