She went to click the pen and it shot out of the casing, leaving the page empty and ink on her hands. Missed the mark again. Damn. 15,000 acres of California burned like parchment, dry and brittle. The sky looked of rain. The air felt of rain. And they say, “If it looks and quacks […]

The birds were delicate, their necks breaking in infinite upward propulsion toward the sun. In the quietude of a morning my mind is a weed; a plant in the wrong place, invasive and aggressive.  I’ve been thinking about my uncle. How delicately that quilt was stitched together, embroidered by unskilled hands, born of love and […]

My first memories of my aunt Connie are from photographs. Memories kept in a box, dusted with time and without visceral feeling, just thoughts evoked from image and synapses firing. I am told by my mother I adored her. But in being, in the flesh, all the youth of me remembers is an empty husk– […]

Like some kind of mechanical bird I awoke with the sun Yawning into existence. What thoughts have I of the future? My heart made ambling jumps From the tree stump in the front yard To the rusted wheelbarrow Oxodized in industry And empty. Turning my head from side to side Seeing only in peripheries I […]

I’ve been shooting arrows at the moon again, Missing. Arrows, slowly arcing infinitely into the dark. Telephone rings. Heart stops. Cancer. I wish the world would pause. And one week after the call, it did– Transformers out, No business, Cell towers down, No merchant copies, No customers. I stared at my blank television, Powerless. Telephone […]

“Our ambitions must be broad enough to include the aspirations and needs of others, for their sakes and our own.” And yesterday poncho-clad students threw sombreros in the air, tequila down their throats, celebrating a day off from “arduous study.” Articles read: “Boycott Driscrolls Berries”– poor working conditions, lawless labor laws; we need more Chavez […]

There is a quietness.This is what I want to speak of. The approximate 80%. The 100% you are alone in your skin and the approximate 80% you are alone in your thoughts. When you hear the screams of laughter from children over the fence, see the reflective red rear light of a bicyclist as he […]

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