There is nothing ahead but firelight, sweet chamomile tea, four ounces of froth and eraser dust. Suddenly, we too are children; we too are poppyleaf flowers riding rogue gusts of unbridled wind. The solace you seek lies one octave above, above the cloud cover, above the sorrow and heavy matters of dirt, scandal and earth. […]
Six AM sun still slow
bite the chill of morning air and
a window left ajar
sirens and city noise are your serenade
as you stretch and shake off
cobwebs of yesterday. Seven.
-8/28/2004
We sit in the van breathing the same air, together in the seven-seater as a family for the first time in many years. “It’s so weird,” my sister insists, “it’s so weird, graduating.” Four hundred families had celebrated her graduating class that afternoon.
My dad looks over the driver’s seat, “How does it feel?”
“It’s a weird feeling,” she […]
Sometimes you wish you had a camera with you, but I’m glad I don’t this time. It’s quite picturesque, this view with the Bay Bridge lit by the glittering gold of sky and watery reflected light, framed by the ominous presence of fast-floating rainclouds (with troves and spots and colors of blues, purples and electric […]
Last night I dreamt again I was playing the piano. It was a melancholy piece, set to raindrops echoing off roof shingles. I was playing by sight, with no direction or closure in mind. It was simple, just: play what comes to mind and to ear.
I played in D# minor, no particular reason except that I’ve […]
A Letter:
God, I want the real thing. Don’t let me settle for anything less.
I want to be around the crazy ones, whose hearts’ eyes fill to the brim with hopeLoveFaith and they see that ambition fulfilled before their lives are over.
They are like Kerouac’s mad ones; mad to live, mad to burn, mad to throw themselves recklessly on […]
Her voice is low, husky, tinged with sadness, she speaks in a tone that whispers melancholy.
Margaret Treadbar, from St. Louis. She’s a stroke survivor who cannot recall anything in her short term memory. She can read, but will not remember once the bookends close.
She’s regained her speech and relearned reading from scratch. But anything she reads, she […]
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