31
Jan
Sat on the roof today
Watched the children play
Rolled my gum to a ball in my hand
Shaped it like a heart
Chucked it away
Watched the season play
with shadows of trees
and their falling leaves
It’s a universe from up here
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Just a play with words, had my first band practice with a new guitarist and old drummer. Super exciting, writing […]
30
Jan
Cat on tree
Cat in snow
Cat at home
29
Jan
Maneuvering through this whirl-wind of information in my cubicle,
signing “Sincerely,” to those who I keep a professional distance,
I take refuge in this sliver of time when I can write straight from the heart.
“I want to be dooooone!”
28
Jan
Hailed this morning at 6:55, right as the alarm went off.
Couldn’t snooze the falling raindrops clapping on my windows.
Monday tugged me awake, away from blankets that clung tightly around me.
26
Jan
Paul sings in a band and works at a law firm during the day. He often talks about the security guard in his building that’s located in front of the San Francisco Bay.
Some time ago, a person was stabbed and lit on fire, in broad daylight in front of the building. The security guard witnessed […]
26
Jan
White tooth paste ran out. Used black tooth paste instead.
Monkey Brand, black tooth powder.
I bought it at an Indian store some time ago. I forgot I had it.
It was more refreshing than it looked.
26
Jan
Rain, rain go away!
Red shoes stained my white socks pink.
24
Jan
A man on a bus with a hand full of photographs, corners of the 6 x 4’s rounded and time-worn.
He narrated the stories of his wife in Europe;
“they all say she looks like Janet Jackson” he smiled, and showed them to the man sitting across. “See, behind her, that’s a palace. And there, see that? […]
23
Jan
Once a month, my Japanese co-worker and I order food for ‘employee appreciation lunch’. Our first attempt to feed all 86 employees ended in disaster, having calculated an average of 2.5 slices of pizza each. The first wave of a hungry work force averaged 4 slices on thier plates, leaving the rest of the crew […]
22
Jan
Saw a photograph in a bar, went inside to capture it.
The posture of the boy with gloves
their focus, the yellow air,
the intensity of their stare.
I wish I was there to see them break dance.
A single frame had me standing in a vacant bar for a while.