Happiness is too transient. And as Hemingway once wrote, "happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know ( Read more... )

I am taking a 5-week (2-hours) long meditation class every Friday evening. I felt it was a constructive way to spend Friday nights until it becomes warm enough to just sit on the steps at Union Square with a friend or a stranger and life-watch ( Read more... )

...Is there such a thing ( Read more... )

Water seeps into my flesh,
My poems are soggy.

Weak tea and too much honey;
Please, no more chai for me.

Haven't read Bukowski in ages but was just doing so this morning, flipping through an anthology of his. I don't even remember when my deep-seated discomfort with him sat in, 2003? 2004? Sometime then ( Read more... )

Poem Composed on a Late Night Train2/:10(AM)/2010 ( Read more... )

Life is absurd. Yes. This used to make me despair, nihilistic void et al., but nowadays, it simply amuses ( Read more... )

I awoke this morning and I knew: this is my favorite love song, always was and has always been so... I just didn't know it until today. What a lovely discovery ( Read more... )

Can't sleep ( Read more... )

"Love is not a passion, love is not an emotion ( Read more... )