Short and to the point… What can you survive that won’t survive you? I can’t think of a thing (8 June 2018)
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Tag: poetry
We never went to Paris (a poem)
Someone played violin at open mic this evening. I imagined Paris, a place I have never been… but I remember hearing that violin outside the sidewalk café as we drank cappuccino late in the afternoon just before the shadows had a chance to lengthen We shared a look that said we knew (7 June 2018)
Waiting Room Poem #37
A common waiting-room experience… In every waiting room time needs time to catch up The morning paper has yesterday’s news The rack of magazines resides in 1999 The good news is I am never late for my appointment (6 June 2018)
A picture of the moment exists only in my mind (a poem)
Remembering a conversation from long ago… No faces visible only the late-night darkness of long-distance conversation You and me in need of repair on either side of a stream of electrons travelling through wire to go where we cannot here and there (5 June 2018)
Andre’s table (a poem)
Inspired by an etched name on a table at Third Place Commons… Andre H was here if the tabletop etching is to be believed People have been known to brag unnecessarily— but nobody would brag about being in this place unless they actually were Andre may have had trouble with a couple of the letters, [...]
What would she name me? (a poem)
Remembering something this morning, and following where it leads… She named her blues spoke to it like a friend There’s nothing else left to do when something becomes that familiar even the blues You can’t kill something you’re indifferent to Not that my distance is life-affirming but anything that reduces the body count (figuratively speaking) [...]
A question for the insects that die in my apartment (a poem)
I always wonder why they don't notice the dead bodies of other insects and just flee… Winged creatures hovering in the corner of the room occasionally exploring the ceiling why not turn around and fly the other way to where the light meets the breeze and there are no walls to enclose your freedom? (2 [...]
Bookstore Poem #292. Brief progression from a random phrase to a dream
What the title says… Eleven confections and an unsolicited smile seem innocuous enough to the casual observer They confuse me A little to be polite is a common strategy— but which scale are you using? One gram does not equal one ton under normal circumstances Normal circumstances confuse me There was a street fight going [...]
Grounded (a poem)
Inspired by a line in a Japanese drama… Rocks and pebbles and other assorted stones have never occurred to me to serve as metaphors for life neither have crystals or marbles or anything shiny Nor have I ever thought much about the ‘measure of a man’ The struggles of metaphors are for plays and dramas [...]
The canvas (a poem)
A new typewriter poem—or 75% of it, anyway. The last section didn’t add anything worthwhile, so I cut it in favor of the last line here. I look at this canvas and want to x out the entire thing erase it down to its threads leaving just enough to hang together so I can start [...]
