So long

So long poise so long temperament. We’ll miss it- cogent conversation,  even a structured sentence. So long honesty? So long Marianne So long Michelle Hello Melania. good morning orange-faced Baboon, tapping your fingers in the face of a serious room The digits tremble, the stocks tumble, images crumble- Once the impenetrable fortress of success,  glamorous history of dreams fulfilled for any with the wish – … Continue reading So long

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

The Other Corner Part Two

It’s tough not to have preconceptions. “In New York, this. In New York, that.” Regardless of the subject, (be it bagels or fashion), the statement was often a profession of what was the best, or which was the smartest/most efficient way to do something.  I used to find that formulaic phrase very annoying.  While its annoyance has not completely evaporated for me, I realize my reaction was about … Continue reading The Other Corner Part Two

the other corner

The streets are streets, and the grocery stores have Smart Water, but it is deeply unfamiliar.  I think I experience the ebb more like a thrust, a rubber band slingshot to New York, not being able to see the return trajectory of the rubber band back towards LA.  I land, and I jump into a furiously flowing current, routines and jobs at full speed.  My overarching feeling in preparation … Continue reading the other corner

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

Horizon (poem)

Something in my heart is loose wonder fills my nights sense of calm remains, for shaken and moving parts continue their movement even when unchecked.   lively and unruly hungry for  adventure detachment maximized joy– pleasure-full and long, long.   new breath new smell new blood new sight new wisdom and very old.   Internal explosion and expansion outweighs the fear that my solid mass … Continue reading Horizon (poem)