Category Archives: Poetry
it’s not stealing it’s borrowing so i borrow a hose from down the dock to fill freshwater into leaking freshwater tank, a good portion of which will leak and bilge pump out into the sea
a lull between strokes of wind; late Fall in the archipelago
we exchanged a message a piece and then took ourselves back to ghost
the morning is cold and moody. it hails and rains and glows in a muted marigold.
she’s too young which means of course that you are too old and still you are full of steam and only wish yourself water
oblivion in october
walking home through the woods from the post office i pass an old coworker in a kayak and talk too loudly and scare away the birds he was quietly paddling to go see
most all of it mostly feels like trick, like sleight of hand, like last night’s dream; in an airport, unaware of where i’m going, but knowing i am to go
i realized a wire had become disconnected from the bilge pump and that by touching the two wires together the pump again worked and i don’t think i’ve ever felt more proud in my life
farmers market in early-mid-september in bucolic college town along the shores of a lake and the sun is on fire but no does not burn
katlian bay in early september; it is a rainforest, it does as it is called to do
all of the trees are straight and tall and their tops bow gently to the sky
instead of depression, dowels; sunshine in October
i talk to my friend about getting drunk and love, he stops responding once we move from drunkenness to love
i roamed around a tiny island town and took photos in a morning of late Fall
if i don’t floss and brush my teeth early in the evening, i’ll just end up eating and eating long after my caloric needs have been met
a woman who despised me for the need she had, first introduced me to a writer who has stayed with me long after that woman stopped returning my emails
i think the gold colored wool shirt i am wearing is cool but my lumpy body, decidedly less so
on sunny days i am a loser
i am unsure how it feels but am certain that i have returned
an airplane over the american west; feeling uneasy with calm
your phone says you are in, or at least from, western washington, but not seattle
i attach a hose to
a spigot
on a wooden dock,
floating.
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