Feelin’ It: on Bernie, NYC, and turning 30

Two girls asked me, and proceeded to give me the designated phone with the camera set to selfie mode. I went to take a picture, the blonde saying and laughing, “I guess you can take a picture of yourself.” To which in my indignation I replied, “I’m sorry, I thought I was taking a picture of you, with my sign.”

Millennial psychology is pretty twisted, sometimes. Continue reading Feelin’ It: on Bernie, NYC, and turning 30

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Merle

Walking pneumonia Walking self-sabotage Walking centrifuge: Don’t punk out.  There’s a scene out there waiting for you behind the drawn curtains, maybe next to that furry coat & furry wall, you’ll see all the other colors you usually miss. Let your heart float and your mind wander. Mother of pearl guitar name on your neck, like that photo of Merle Haggard in 1999, hanging on … Continue reading Merle

To the Person Behind the Counter

Last week, at the very end of my shift, I walked to buy a surprise bottle of whiskey for my coworker.  It was his 21st birthday, and we proceeded to take shots of Old Overholt Rye out of paper espresso cups, the ones with the useless fold-out handles.  It was a nice moment of camaraderie, but lately I am filled to the brim with the … Continue reading To the Person Behind the Counter

I came to mourn the laughter

Here at Robin Williams’s star, it felt like trying to see the Mona Lisa.  It was packed like sardines with tourist families and fans, all reaching above heads to try and snap a photo of the vigil. Reporters were next to me prepping for their segments with their crews, some interviewing asking people “Why have you come to Robin Williams’s star today?”  I came to … Continue reading I came to mourn the laughter

New Sounds from my Autoharp

This past spring I went to Joshua Tree for a photo project, and the trip was quite surreal.  When it came time to take pictures, the camera battery was dead.  We couldn’t find a campsite.  There was an Equinox rave happening at the closest available campground.  So it seemed like all signs pointed to “BUST” and we drove home at 1AM.  At breakfast the next morning we … Continue reading New Sounds from my Autoharp

Steven: Making the Film

I began my trip at MOMA.  I went straight upstairs to view the Magritte exhibit.  The gallery was full of chattering French people, and every minute or so I floated back to the summer I spent in Paris, when I walked alone through the Musee d’Orsay, soaking it in.  The bizarre landscapes and subversive humor in Magritte’s canvases proved to be a perfect warm-up to … Continue reading Steven: Making the Film

MILF on Trial: My jury duty experience

In the Fall of 2008 I served on a jury for a civic trial for 6 days.  I was happy to take days off from work to do my duty, and participate in the pinky finger of democracy.  It was right before the election.  Shepard Fairey’s “HOPE” was everywhere, and the first round of Prop 8 yard signs were on display.  After enduring a full … Continue reading MILF on Trial: My jury duty experience

Summer Hallmark Card

At first a playlist, when it was going to be so purportedly hot one could fry an egg on the sidewalk second it was a wave, a passing of friendship from knew to used to know third it was the solstice, and the incumbent restlessness, sleeplessness, and thoughtfulness fourth it was the solstice party where an unexpected group all threw down a memory to burn … Continue reading Summer Hallmark Card

Remembering the Pacific by Diane Wakoski

I don’t remember seeing it at night.  It would look like the groom at a wedding, in his black tuxedo with only a crest of foaming shirtfront. Of course when I lived just a block away from the ocean in Laguna Beach, or in Solano Beach, California I must have seen it often at night.  But I have a hard time pulling the image to … Continue reading Remembering the Pacific by Diane Wakoski