I keep re-writing the start of this entry, trying to figure out exactly what I’m trying to say. I guess all I really know I want to say is this: I’m moving tomorrow, thank god. I wasn’t really thinking about it at all, but now the time is here and I am fortunately blessed with [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Here We Go
Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I’m in a Coffee Shop on A Sunday
Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2008 | 3 Comments »
And it’s very beautiful out. I am sloppily writing down some story ideas in on word, when really I should be writing them on final draft but oh well. I have had a really disenchanting weekend as far as the people in my life. One of my ‘good friends’ invited me out to dinner and [...]
How I Started Living
Posted in Uncategorized on August 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Hello. I am alive today. How are you?
For a while I began convincing myself that making bank at the ripe age of 24 meant that I was successful. I wasn’t really working hard, so at least I got something right, but I wasn’t doing what I really wanted.
It’s amazing how people will deny themselves what [...]
The kind of things you learn when you’re not working
Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I took this photo with my camera phone yesterday, and forwarded it to my pal Allan at Mission Mission. It’s now on SFist.
For those of you who are interested in my main blog. Check it out: Romancing the Strawberry.
On Deaf Ears (Draft 1)
Posted in Uncategorized on August 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He is inundated by cords, traveling
on melodies. So consumed by
the sound of music as to forget
my hands on his body.
We always continue this long charade
of war games and hunting for the fox.
But why fight the warm bed or
the glass of wine I poured for him?
Sickend by the idea of getting used
To someone, of being exposed,
He presumes that [...]
Ode To Sylvia (Draft 1 – super draft mode!)
Posted in Uncategorized on August 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
08/04/08
Ode to A Young Sylvia
Communion of a fault
Icy fingers representing
Some societal bug
Wretching the stomach
As it does the heart
In the abyss of this
Quarter life….
Crisis, not like hands
In hair or the mouth
Open in shock but an
Endless wondering
Through time through
opportunities.
‘You are broke and beautiful’,
a young writer says. His sticker
on my mantle amongst graduation
pictures.
And there is [...]
