Straws are a great invention |
There comes a point when you stop looking back. The horizon unfolds with a sweet exhale in her memory and the mountains lay crumpled, spotted by the sun and the greens and grays of a haze that settle...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 00:37:00 GMT |
about a boy |
So I knew this man once and he was not a man but a boy.And so this boy walked on into my life one day and I saw his outline- I remember that much anyway- against the gray sky of a gray city (that was ...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 19:07:00 GMT |
chemical reactions |
Synchronous synapses elapsing time:::::OR:::::A nostalgic swan song killing meSoftly strums upon my heart strings thru whatever neurons/ receptors I have yet to destroy...And so we sigh- One unto the ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 07:30:00 GMT |
The wind slapped across my face. |
I spun- silk diamonds in my hair and halos on top of my heels. Interlocked by the glorious moon spinning threads of light in the curl of each individual eyelash. I'm surprised by the size of the shad...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 04:18:00 GMT |
To live and die in L.A/ Its the place to be... |
The summer is unfolding like a dream. I know within a short while all these places and faces I've grown to love will breeze away like a Corona on the beach. L.A is good for that. The home of the tr...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 14:33:00 GMT |
pops |
There was silence.And then there was solace. Then came the wind.And the ocean. And this rock right here. Solid. Forever. Solid.Barnacles look up at me with hollow eyes. With each flapping wave t...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:05:00 GMT |
And the sun felt good on her neck |
..when she saw her dream flicker before her eyes-A Nature Writer!As I squatted down to release my urine, I saw a-fluttering in the twigs.The small prickly bush before me.As I concentrated on relieving...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 04:08:00 GMT |
After a couple of vodka drinks I went home and bought a plane ticket to Iraq for 5 days later.. |
There’s a boiling up inside of me. Its been at a simmer for awhile.Once there was a time when I thought it boiled over.This thing. This feeling. Why couldn’t I shake myself awake?The wo...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 20:15:00 GMT |
Ralph’s Chadwick Square Diner rocks! |
In Massachusettes there is a small town called Worcester where everything is grey. And if you ask anyone from this town, they’ll say its not a town, but its a big city and they can’t...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 08:23:00 GMT |
