for my mom. |
one day it all came to an end.inferno, jungle, hell and highwater--all those restless acres of dream atmosphereswithout maps, legends of pathwaysleading her back home to herselfShe had forgotten she w...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 23:47:00 GMT |
reflections on america. |
the world sits alot more graphically here, as if all shapes and forms have been pushed through titanium moulds and factory finishing. Industrial, toxic. Lacklustre. Trees, half-naked, stand confuse...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 01:27:00 GMT |
the I-5 |
The I-5 has an easy spectrum of grey lanes dotted by orange pylons and bright green signs sporting white george washington heads,electric mall signs peeping over the exoskeletons of evergreens scream ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 01:15:00 GMT |
request to the universe. |
life. make me your protege. lift thoughts to blue skies, run rhyming couplets through my steps, steep mornings in stevie wonder soul trains, brighten my eyes and make my dreams cataclysmic with phos...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 02:09:00 GMT |
rising. self talk. |
I propose to be strongactually, it will be a thesisfolded neatly into an introductionand I'll stipulate how to launderthe grey clouds of intentionthrough all the light and bleaching agents ofphysical ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 22:53:00 GMT |
highschool love. |
If you can't find your way in I'll draw you a map,plant signs and lights and arrowsalong the highways and byways guiding you straight on through to my racing-heart's coreand I must warn you of the cha...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 20:16:00 GMT |
chinatown reflections. |
if you need a dose of optimism, try walking through chinatown when the sun is rising, when the birds are waking up, when even mangy city buses sailing down pender carry a sense of urgency, when old ve...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 18:43:00 GMT |
discoveries of a past life. |
after another triple three cosmic hattrick I decided to curl up into the sagey office of Alma, Davie Street's most infamous psychic. crystals chimed. The lavender was intense. Through the smoke swir...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 15:59:00 GMT |
promise to self. |
To compensate, I promise content. Cataclysmic explosions singing and singeing maps of colour through the dark. I'll love in red words, in hearts and hot house tomatoes, in apple cheeks and licorice...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 19:18:00 GMT |
garbage island |
To get there you would have to be a strong swimmer. Or own a private yacht. You could hire a tugboat cab to take you there but you couldn't guarantee an accurate read on their GPS. The satellite ph...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 02:15:00 GMT |
