Category: Poems

fictions, speculative dreams, and meditations

Vignette in frosty light

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

You stumble out of a bar.
Then you’re sitting on a bench.
By the time you’re in the car you’re reading Bukowski.
You both laugh, until Charlie throws that killer punch of his.

Now there is silence.

Now there is silence.

A silent vignette in frosty light.

Snow Poem

Sometimes it feels like it used to rain
I can feel torrents plowing me into the wrong 
lane as I float past cars
And people cheering? No, wait, yes, I’m
floating past you
And snow, don’t let me tell you about snow.

Yellow Clay doodle

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So … I’m going through five notebooks looking for the latest version of Yellow Clay because, apparently I never transcribed it. I couldn’t find an acceptable version, but found some interesting notes and this fun diagram I doodled out to help me get to know the darling.

Doodled temporal diagram of a desert

For the grumpy Apricot

fossilized raindrops
from a long time ago
Their craters remain
and I’m grateful for ’em

Fossil imprints of raindrops
From: Raindrops In Rock: Clues To A Perplexing Paradox | NPR

A Poet’s Interactive Adventure

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  • If you decide to be pragmatic, go to page 3
  • If you decide to be emotional, turn the page

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  • If you decide to take the realistic path, go to page 1
  • If you decide to take the fanciful path, turn the page

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  • If you decide to play it safe, go to page 2
  • If you decide to risk annihilation, turn the page