sorting (2018)

January 5, 2018 § 3 Comments

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So in the up is down department I now have a folder, spawned from sorting through the ever growing pile of saved scraps of paper the next project to catapult past inertia and entropy and every other foil, and the sickness that all those hordes of saved scraps is, or could become, having heard myself say, I can’t keep every good idea I ever had and so in a fit of what a good idea is this, deciding I would send my small ephemeral treasures to others, they should could and would have the delight and burden of throwing them out or passing them along or who knows saving them…

Anyway there it is, the proud yellow folder in the new charcoal gray file cabinet the other one in the throes of the tidying turmoil having developed a drawer closing malfunction and so needed replacement, titled: CAN’T KEEP EVERY GOOD IDEA I EVER HAD.

 

Yup. Full of heretofore saved bits of paper with just those words printed on them.

And which will accompany all the outbound ephemera. Forewarned is forearmed. And I’m happy to put you on my mailing list. (judigoatyahoodotcom)

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Sugar and spice & everything nice

July 8, 2017 § 2 Comments

not to mention orange.

on the occasion of 65

July 7, 2017 § 2 Comments

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Poem 22 2017

April 22, 2017 § Leave a comment

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Composed at the case, here. say. press

Poem 17 2017

April 17, 2017 § 2 Comments

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poem 4 2017

April 4, 2017 § Leave a comment

also composed at the case, this at my shop; here.say. press

 

far from home
this minute too: side-stepping
now forever
lost in the bargain,
baffling, or wayward
not so much errant as
fool

 

(n.b. note the ffl ligature)

 

 

poem 3 2017

April 3, 2017 § Leave a comment

as I’ve done in past years this one was composed at the case…not written out ahead of time and set, but composed as it was being set…

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it was like honest is

and the early morning’s bird calling to the sun
.tender. as the note, given.
the tone languishing & melodious
like a lover’s watchful glance like breath
on my neck before there ever was shape
hewn by your touch

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