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We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program to Talk About Usernames and Passwords and Thanksgiving

I’m on the studio computer a couple of days before Thanksgiving while my wife is entertaining a friend upstairs in the living room, and in an effort to be courteous but wanting still to make progress on the music listening/writing project, I decide to listen to music in the basement and record my experience inContinue reading “We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program to Talk About Usernames and Passwords and Thanksgiving”

On the Ninth Day of 2025. . .

. . .I didn’t feel sad about my son having to fly back to Southern California today until about an hour after I got back home from the airport. Little things irk me. The dogs. The general questions about what to have for dinner. My wife’s questions about a mysterious charge to our bank accountContinue reading “On the Ninth Day of 2025. . .”

#486: I wouldn’t call myself insomniac . . .

Here’s the seventh sonnet on the seventh day, a full week of two poems a day for a month. Right about now, the 20 days ahead is looking to me like a long haul. Today’s sonnet includes some extra-credit, bonus material. Sometimes 14 lines is not enough. So how about a twenty-eight line sonnet? Or,Continue reading “#486: I wouldn’t call myself insomniac . . .”

#456: I camped in the rain, no, don’t you worry . . .

Eighteen I camped in the rain, no, don’t you worry,I was dry, comfortable, sometimes tipsyWith drink, but mostly with some poemsAnd an atmospheric river rising.It hadn’t let up for two straight days,So I stayed inside to read and writeAnd for meals I visited the camp siteNext door, where my sister with bad kneesAnd a brother-in-lawContinue reading “#456: I camped in the rain, no, don’t you worry . . .”

Dispatches from Writer’s Camp: Countdown T-Minus a Day and Some Change

I’ve got plane tickets, I’ve got plane snacks, I’ve got a new Moleskine notebook, I’ve got the new album by GLASYS, I’ve printed and practiced my reading, I’ve chosen some poems for morning meditation, I’ve packed my copies of Monster Talk, I got a tooth crowned, I got my hair cut, I got a copyContinue reading “Dispatches from Writer’s Camp: Countdown T-Minus a Day and Some Change”