It really is.
Not gonna be more of these left.
Gotta get the hiking in while I can.
They do a lot for wilderness initiatives — notably in areas with bear population.
No, it really is. A company that spends it’s Continue reading I saw a black bear: Old Rag
That’s what I was telling him.
That’s exactly what I was telling him.
Lenny come in here screaming and hollering with —
“I don’t have my hat. When I get my hat that’s when you’ll see.”
Scratchin the pool table,
Bending over his stick like “hmmmmm.”
Serious as coffee.
What is that? Hey! What is that?
Don’t be Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s
Park bench. Cool air. Public space. About to drink peppermint tea I’m staring at the rim-filled boiling water, blowing on the water, making little waves, and I hear footsteps, grown up footsteps Continue reading little white running sneakers
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
My mistress says I do not write love poems,
Insisting that I write poems for love.
She questioned when received another note,
How come when towards the end Continue reading My mistress says
Forgot the onion at the checkout isle,
And doubled back as it began to rain.
The Monday chili wouldn’t stand a chance,
And rather to be drenched than you complain.
The grocery store was bright Continue reading Forgot the onion
Under the fallen branches of your home;
Across the dusty mantle I let sit,
A homemade jewel, was giv’n me by my aunt,
To hand it sweet to you for wedding with.
Though next to said ‘fall Continue reading Under the fallen branches
My mother used to embarrass my brother and I when we were kids—just by being loud, or provocative, or just being herself. When she passed away, my brother was really broken up about it—we were sitting on the couch, in our house in Florida. We were on the back patio, which was really beautiful—enclosed with french doors—that looked out onto the ficus tree and lake: (which had alligators, Continue reading She’s Still Alive
So take me down to Paris then,
Take me to the corner.
Green can meet and blush;
All the secrets kept can rush out while we eat.
Oysters and spice,
Won’t it be great?
We’ll know the maitre d and wife,
Won’t it be great!
We’ll have our favorite seats, Continue reading Is this Paris?
I drink tea every night
Before I go bed,
To help me remember
The things in my head:
That need sorting out, or need a little breath,
Or, space to coagulate and find it’s own death.
I drink tea every night to forget about her,
To forget about the run, and that crash, and that blur.
I have tea so Continue reading I Drink Tea