Tag Archives: life


What was yesterday? No, let me rephrase:
what was I doing 24 hours
ago that led me to today? Was it
a birthing phenomenon, a newness
brought upon by my actions to enhance
my life? Or a slow, floating sensation,
a makeshift raft lolling on the day’s waves?
Each morning is like another jump off
of a cliff towards death, and what I want to
know is whether I was pushed, I stumbled,
or I leapt. The ground is racing towards me,
the whistling sound my plummet makes getting
lower, and at some point I’ll be little
more than a cloud of impact dust. How soon?

Space Mountain

What a beautiful place, space. Infinite
possibilities for so many good memories,
and to plunge at rocket speed
through the Vincent van Gogh night on a ride
made by a cartoon mouse creator is
as insane as it sounds. So I guess this
is the alternate universe where a
man and his drawing hand can rule the world
even after death, but speeding through this
fabricated eternity chamber
is the greatest inspiration, and not
to write, or to Live Life, but to be fine
with whatever comes later: Paradise,
darkness, full color reincarnation…

Inside A Cave

Echoes seemingly
Without effort
Without end

Build above
Milk the earth
Epochs pass

The galaxy
A garden
A flower
In her

A spring

And A Dozen Other Things

On the days I think
Of wisdom I remember
There’s a man who says that

Life is

To be lived
By watching from a park bench
To throw coins in a well

To wish for change
To get yourself
A french vanilla ice cream cone

To love is to sail
Get a red bow-tail kite
Fly it on a summer’s night

To feel the warm sunset breeze
Reach out
To touch your cheek

That holding hands
Can heal
A heartbeat

That to wait
For the wind
Is free.

Green Christmas

Traffic lights, the pulse
And release of the city,
A thousand things running
And stopping,  little  holidays
For us on our road maps, calendars,

Enjoy those little holidays,
Hold them like a rattle,
Baby, shake it while you
Can, make it count while

The amber glows and
Just because there are
A few reds, don’t forget
The greens, don’t forget
The greens.

A Note To The Person Or Persons Who Stole My Debit Card Number

Hey there. First of all, nice job. I’m not certain how you got my card number and PIN. (I’m thinking of blaming the time that same afternoon when I went to that ARCO station, convenience winning out against my principles; perhaps you tapped into their machine to collect my keystrokes. I don’t even know if that makes sense — I’m sounding as tech-savvy as a 90s Sandra Bullock movie, so I’ll stop speculating now.) But somehow you got them, and you were able to make a fake card to complete real purchases. Kudos to your enterprising endeavors.

However, once you got my info, I think you could have handled the situation a little better. I mean, if you had more closely hewed to my spending habits, you could have ridden my card for days. The credit union wouldn’t have noticed. And, confession time, just between you and me: I don’t really check my balance as often as I should. It would have taken me a while to pick up on the money drain.

Going to Target to buy merchandise and get cash back wasn’t necessarily a bad start; but I’ve never been to Torrance apart from times when the freeways are jammed and I need to get to LAX. Job Lots was even more suspect. And you finally got cut off when you tried to buy some baby stuff at a baby stuff store. I don’t really do baby stuff.

(I also don’t normally eat at Chipoltle. But I’m glad you took a break to have lunch. You can work up quite the appetite from shopping and petty larceny.)

Then again, I guess it’s not your job to know anything about me. All I am to you is a row of numbers. And all you are to me is a pile of bank paperwork I had to fill out in duplicate. I had visions of seeing security footage of you in action, of standing between two bantering, racially-diverse police detectives as we look through a two-way mirror, watching you sweat it out in The Box. Then I’d really get to know you.

But of course that never happened. After taking the time to complete the reports and waiting a few business days, I got the money refunded into my account. I was only temporarily and temporally inconvenienced, and you had a pretty decent score. You got to keep the $214 in goods and $200 in cash. Plus the burritos, and the $5.11 you spent at a 7-Eleven right before getting cut off. It was almost 100 degrees that Saturday, so I have to assume you took a late-afternoon break to get a couple of slurpees. Maybe you mixed some of the flavors together, like the cherry and the Coke ones, just like I do. Maybe we aren’t really all that different.

Except we totally are. Please don’t steal my shit again. And feel free to burn in hell.

Overview Effect

They say the astronaut’s heart grows
Exultant in her grace
The change palpable
As a newborn to her mother

Held before your eyes
Your home planet
One hundred miles away
Whether you’re above or beyond

Who can say
Some distant sunlit dome of seas and gold
At times the top of a beach umbrella
Or a Cheshire Cat grin

At the boundaries of space
Whole, untethered, connected
More than ever
To the contours of her glowing face.