I promised myself to write poems based on dreams. But the one from last night was so fragmented, I'm not sure what to do with it. And my memory of it is weird: am I pulling from different dreams scattered over the last week or did everything happen last night? I pick up my dream …
Red Beaning and Nothingness
I spent last week reading Blood Beneath My Feet a remarkable true life account from Joseph Morgan, a death investigator from the South. A slim but potent volume, it covers the life and work of a coroner who lived and worked between New Orleans and Atlanta. For all the graphic and unsettling stories and descriptions …
Join The Club or What If… There’s Nothing Wrong?
The office I was looking for was in an old building that for many years I thought was a theater or ballroom. The lobby was full of glassed offices and small businesses. A gorgeous ceiling made from stained glass. I saw a security dude seated at a desk. He sent me to the third floor, …
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Its Only Proper
if you're ever present when a monkey sneezes, say 'evolution' -jcagney
Without Love, Your Poetry Is Irrelevant
Its been years since I'd taken the train to Sacramento. I don't exactly remember the last trip I made in the name of my biological family that still lives there. I didn't belong there. My birth-mother was right in giving me up and never looking back. For this trip, I bought my first cane. My …
(Public) Apology or ‘…The Heart Has Got To Open In A Fundamental Way’
My heart felt like a closed fist urgently knocking against my sternum. That's not a metaphor or bad opening line; its a description. My chest felt knotted and angry. I was angry. There's a plethora of reasons why. But I'm writing this because of the moment I felt it stop and open. Earlier this week …
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Who’s Sari Now?
In one of my notebooks, there are two pages of handwritten notes in pencil that smeared. It wasn't until last night I squinted through the thick fog on the page and salvaged those notes. It was written in 2012 during my visit to India. I had two roommates, both women. We were there as artists …
Writing To-Get-Her?
She and I met months ago. We've had movies nights, dinner. We're not dating-- I emotionally began pulling back once I truly began listening to her. I need to be turned on from the inside. Maybe last night is a good illustration why she doesn't do it for me. She's a poet and performer and …
Lost Hours
I've been to Reno twice over the last 8 days. On that last trip I drove there with my friend, who bowled in a Tournament at the massive Stadium. His mom drove with us to which was doubly good since she cleaned up at the slots, pulling an astonishing $500 out of a penny machine …
Your City In Ashes, A Godzilla Primer
Godzilla is an atomic chicken come home to roost. Born out of fears of nuclear radiation’s generational impact, he has arisen from the depths of political subconscious to burn your playhouse of complacency down to ash. You think war-mongering is an answer? You think your guns will protect you? Your cities will fall to skeletal …
The Dirty Rat 