American flags fly high over the Hyundai dealership.
I feel small in the shadow of patriotism.

Your hand on my shoulder is faith.

I still believe in the united state of two,
indivisible, yet liberating - inspirational to all.

"Can you see Saturn ( Read more... )

I order cherry pie ( Read more... )

The Refrigerator Poetry show on KUCI is going to play a couple of of my pieces tonight ( Read more... )

Sometimes I have weird dreams about lines for stories or poems, and then I write them down and go back to sleep and discover them in the morning.

Here's what I found on the notepad this morning when I woke up:
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Leaving Vegas, a bare-bulbed neon lady ( Read more... )

Okay, so Egypt Untold pretty much rocks. If you haven't been watching this series on the Discovery channel, you should be. They repeat these things all the time, so you can catch it.
The one I'm watching right now is about the Rosetta Stone and Champolion (sp?).

Anyone know anything about the band The 88? I'm doing a phone interview with them ( Read more... )

Remember this? I do...


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Hoping to unlive the past two
hours twenty five minutes,
I boarded American, westbound.

The world grew windowsmall,
evaporating into flightclouds.

Near landing, I pressed
my face glassflat
wondering which blurry speck
would drive me unhome.

She overtakes ninety-eight miles East
with taillights red burning
ignoring orange caution cones
flooring the yellow lights

grass greens over medians
fording the asphalt's flow

feeling like Tangled Up in Blue
as covered by
the Indigo Girls.

Passing marker ninety-nine,
Violet swerves
recalling her soft white face
contrasting
his tight black

From the warmth of a Sunday bed ( Read more... )