something happens next

always. every time.

✒️poetry

  • dear markdown

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    dear markdownI want you to work betterfor poetry Today’s my birthday. I’m gifting myself time to think: what do I want next? How might I get there? And so I…

  • —

    The hotel elevator smells like cigarettes and I remember all the good things about the ’90s

  • On movement

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    The paths we take though a city are laid out in asphalt and stonein side-yard fences in restaurants and convenience stores known and unknown. I drove down the freeway today, took the…

  • I’m reading at Half Moon Bay!

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    So about a year ago, I started going to Coastside Poetry. I’d taken a memoir class the prior fall, taught by Kathleen McClung; she was Coastside’s featured reader one month,…

  • rain

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    clear air grateful plants hope the tarps don’t leak

  • The flight I did not take

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    The flight I did not take was the flight that left on time, pulling out of the gate at eight- -oh-five a.m. precisely no delay or pause, no need to…