With my respect. I humbly put myself out on the line in praise of you. Inspiring. That’s what you are to many. You are a wonderful person and one can tell that from three seconds into meaning you if that long. I have so much respect for you, I’m using the word twice and we’re on sentence four. I wrote Continue reading Cherry Blossoms
There is a place inside my body’s shoe,
Where inf’nite space and time do meet and chat.
It weighs a pound if measured by it’s truth,
I passed you quick, a fault, I should have sat.
For time is Continue reading There is a place
When I am lost upon a journey’s end
And all uprear’d is letters of my doom;
Take the time to pardon faults and mend
Decrepit lies, your sister, tells your womb.
Upon a Continue reading When I am lost
‘Please help me with the baby.’
You ready for work: apply the powder;
While I entertain the boy.
The baby bored wants his mom,
And crawls to your employ.
While I in his room—sit alone,
Playing with his toys.
Too old to weep upon the painted road,
Your limbs, a sagging fighter, on the ropes;
Barely escorted in your small abode
And crumbled down: your pain and heart elope.
The sun was hot and verdant be the grass; Continue reading Too old to weep…
Castle. Two men. Swords drawn.
OLD CLIFFORD: What seest thou in me York? Why dost thou pause?
YORK: With thy brave bearing should I be in love,
But thou art so fast mine enemy.
OLD CLIFFORD: Nor should thou prowess want praise my esteem,
But that tis shown ignobly and in treason.
The respect they have for each other. It stops them from fighting, and York uses the word ‘love’ on his enemy.
Then York kills Old Clifford. Hey. He’s a Lancaster.
I love coffee. This last Christmas I received a gourmet bag of whole bean coffee. My grinder broke, and I go into Whole Foods. It’s early, The grinder is to the right of the take out coffee place. I’ll go in, grind my coffee, and leave. The machine breaks, and I’m torn because a third of the coffee has already been grinded, and I’ve got Continue reading Coffee story: truncated
A couple is nice
When you visit the beach.
Parking is usually backed up,
So it’s useful to have someone
Procure a spot close to the water.
One of you could have made sandwiches
While the other put sunblock in a beach bag.
Working well together—you could have your toes in the
Water by nine am.
If it starts to rain, Continue reading Twenty two
I love coffee. Coffee mugs, cute spoons for measuring out coffee grinds, coffee machines—everything. This last Christmas I had asked for gourmet blends, and I received two bags of whole bean coffee. My coffee grinder broke, and I go into Whole Foods. It’s early, there’s already eight or ten people in line to purchase coffee/pastries. The grinder Continue reading The coffee situation
Swirling, often accompanied by purple winds;
Bending our forms sashaying through sand,
We’d disappear and live off Continue reading (But) We don’t live in the desert
I had a dog in high school that was amazing at three things: hunting, swimming, and running away. This dog, you come home from school, you’re tired, you just want to open your door and you open it, and his little devil brown snout wedges itself between the door way and gone. He’s gone, and you won’t see him for thirty minutes, and you can’t be like, “Fuck you, fucking Continue reading Frisco, and the Dead Duck