A blog I follow, “The Poetry Department”, posted this note about National Library Workers Day. I deeply value libraries as well as those who keep them running. So, I urge you to honor a library worker in your life.
Tag: books
Scent of Old Books
scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano
I spent many hours of my mid-twenties wandering Seattle’s bookstores and coffee shops. Fond, fond memories. Though a challenging time, mainly financial, I enjoyed that time. Traveling into Seattle became more and more challenging over the years since I returned to Lynnwood. It looks dramatically different, and I haven’t been down since the pandemic started. Puget Sound’s north end holds its charms, too. Just different ones. Evolutions, I guess.
A Haiku Near A Bookstore

within this metal
this writer’s soul delighted
festive tinsel’s song
A Haiku for Cicero
The Need To Write
Part of my brain is itching to write. Usually, there’s something to be said, though. “Oh, I need to blog about this…” coming flowing into my head.
Today, though, there’s just a need to write, to type. Oddly, I’ve spent all day in front of a keyboard, so why spending more time in front of one is compelling escapes me.
One thing I know I need to do to improve my writing: read. I don’t read plain ol’ books much anymore. And I need to fix that.
Sure, writing more is certainly important. But, well, pouring books into my brain is critical, too.
With that, I tried setting an alarm reminding me to turn off all electronics. And that’s just gone off. So, I’m going to wrap this up.
Time to grab a book, made of paper, and turn off this frantic world for awhile.
Libraries
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream