I couldn't think while I was on the bus, so I wrote some haikus ( Read more... )

And I asked myself, when did I lose my care? The installation, carried down from mother to son, from the boy scouts from the vera from this city, when did I lose the unstoppable need to care? This was not what I was supposed to be ( Read more... )

The streetlights do funny things, these days. Against the light the falling strings of rain made a pattern like corduroy. Trees in front of one are illuminated, just enough, so as to create an eerie disc of branches, lending the illusion that they grew as such. Like they responded to the streetlight, enmasking it but drawn inwards nonetheless.

The answer is a resounding NO

The raccoon in our backyard began digging his claws in. I cried out, "Hey! Get your claws out of there. That's not your sod!, that's our sod." And he backed off, and we made eye contact for a few chilling seconds, his eyes flashing blue and orange in the porch light. He returned to the grass, no longer digging around. He sought out the seams, the ( Read more... )

Running errands and being productive all day, I got home. As I stank up the kitchen boiling out disgusting resin I sat staring at a sheet of paper and the word "Dear", trying to decide between Dad and George. Opting for Dad I said it like it is. Lots of thank yous and pragmatism and a Sincerely at the end. And all of that jivin' around ( Read more... )

I don't think I can explain the joy I got playing basketball tonight. I don't think I could explain to the people I played with, but I thanked them nonetheless. But not too sincerely, because then I would seem weak ( Read more... )

Without an alarm clock I find myself waking at more reasonable hours. Learning to cope with the sodium light out my bedside window is not ideal but it is necessary, and every night we come more to terms with each other. Angela and I have a pet spider. Her name is Barbarella and she lives in between the fourth and fifth stairs against the wall of ( Read more... )

I awoke to first light, unwillingly watching the colors swell and fade as the sun rose. The act was reminiscent of a driving fast on a black road with a full moon, catching your eyes wander away from the white reflectors to the only other source of light, trying to balance the rest of your life with the joy of that sight. (I'm a firm believer in ( Read more... )

When I left work the rain had slowed to a drizzle. The rain of late spring, begrudgingly shedding fat, lumpy drops, falling haphazardly on its constituents. Yesterday we broke a dry spell of twenty-seven days, or twenty-eight. Our parched earth, accustomed to reliable and constant wetting, offered up its thanks. They manifest in this city as a ( Read more... )