Friday, December 11, 2020


We would wonder

my friend and I

bottles or pints in front of us 

who were the people

who went right home

on Friday.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Sometimes the algorithms bring you something you find you’re grateful for. Those on youtube brought me this poet from Cork City, Ireland reading her poem:

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

LIKE I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH BOOKS GOING. I bought this today. Like you do when you have a list with you of people to buy gifts for and you decide oh it’s not really crunch time yet. The first five volumes were a big deal to me. This one is about Hitler and many people have said it isn’t great like the other five. A book mostly about Hitler? I’ve resisted it. I’ll see.

Tuesday, December 8, 2020


I’m embarrassed now that

I hollered WHOA! so loud the other night

to tell whatever neighbor that their little dog’s

yapping was beyond.

Since, I’ve wondered what I have sounded like to them

playing my harmonica 

which in March I bought late one optimistic night 

from Amazon. 

When Dylan plays his—sometimes on that neck holder he wears—

you stop what you’re doing.

Monday, December 7, 2020



Blue Monday was overused;

it dragged people down.

Work we know now is

almost everything and 

we miss people to work with.

I have the heat on low in my apartment this morning.