71. Lizol in India by K. MacMichael (poem number 71 from last year's poetry project) I never knew this cheerful yellow spray bottle this way all the ways it has been used since 1889 I just recently learned from a guy on youtube it is meant to be diluted before spraying to sanitize which I’ve … Continue reading Lizol in India →

As I've mentioned ad nauseum at this point, I have over 365 poems (or poems that turned into short stories) which I wrote between September 2023 and September 2024, and I've been going through them and deciding which should seek "official" publication and which are either just so bad (or angry, or personal) they should … Continue reading Poems that don’t quite make it →

Doorknob reflection square colours that travelled far black hole round centre Shibumi surprise effortless state of grace yet such a silly face Birds dart from bush in snow – refocus – small black cat wanting to get home

One little poem without a name - So much salt and sun last year's $5 water dish cracks spilling offering third time out this year dogs passing by keep panting. A second even littler poem without a name - Why should I listen to the fashion advice of you, who wears that hat? And a … Continue reading Poem bloopers →