Category Archives: Writing

Books and the Bookstore

I walked into a bookstore and securedthe lowest-paying job I loved the best.I got to spend my days with dust, immuredamid used books, near maps, at the behestof inattentive managers. I soldthe stuff I craved; I dealt in print with … Continue reading

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This Kindle Book

I want to be engaged but I’m annoyed –bad grammar, sentence fragments, run-ons too.If they were used deliberately, employedin aid of narrative or ringing trueto dialect, supporting point of view,well that would be excuse. But this is bad.The plot’s okay, … Continue reading

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Forever Fall

It doesn’t take that long to sweep what dropsfrom branches of the eucalyptus tree,but lately leaf- and bark-fall never stops –each day a new assortment’s there to see.Attractive and provocative to me,enticing tidiness about my home,I daily gather, and they’re … Continue reading

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Opting Out

I didn’t sleep enough last night, althoughI walked eleven thousand steps before.For that and time alone, I opted “no,”when offered wheels to bike the river shore.I stretched and then I gladly locked the door,eliminated waste and travel grit,relaxed and wrote … Continue reading

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Enough Already

Last week I had to rest my foot so much,that though I read and screened, and tried to findsome ways to use time well and stay in touchwith news, I’d little other on my mindthan getting back to walking. That … Continue reading

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For the Record

The benefit to penning notes like these(most days a rhyming form of diaries)is I can scan the posts I’ve left behind,and let those metered syllables remindme clearly of a symptom suffered, whichI thought might be forever. So the itchpersistent on … Continue reading

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Editing

I’d like to but I can’t claim that I’m wise.I know what I don’t know, and modestyincreases with my age, to my surprise.But I’ve spent years composing poetry,and metric art is born when I revise –I hear the peal and … Continue reading

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Apostrophe

Don’t heed me now. I’m no authorityon building rhyme and specifying howone might’s well work at writing poetry.Don’t heed me now. The syntax needs be natural. I’ll allowa word’s reflecting etymology(its present obsolete or middlebrow). But don’t abuse good sense … Continue reading

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Poor Baby

On Tuesdays I commute, to lend a handwith work I’ve done for half a century.My brain’s still functional – I understandthe guts of a consulting industry.But he whom I support has got to beat home in isolation (Covid’s way).So I … Continue reading

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Slow Down

Presented with assorted bombs to addwhen I immerse to bathe, I chose Slow Down.I wasn’t feeling agitated, mad,or any shade of blue. I’d be aroundmy home for days – I wanted to relax.It couldn’t hurt to let a bomb remindme … Continue reading

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