July 2009
2 posts
Jumper
She lives near the top floor of the tall high-rise, in an apartment her friend once described derisively as “post-pubescent and pre-informed”, words she now has tattooed in Victorian script above her left shoulder blade. The homeless man who watches her come and go from the post of his eternal vigil beside the mail drop box thinks of her as Asian, though she is half Puerto Rican and...
Farmer's Market
The farmer’s market was in the middle of strip mall hell. That’s what it’s like around here more often than not. In some abandoned chain store in a suburban area past its prime some ambitious entrepreneur had opened an aesthetically desiccated pragmatist farmer’s market. I turned, deflated at the sight, into the empty parking lot and, controlled by notions of symmetry I...
May 2009
1 post
Susan Update
Went to M.D. Anderson. They offered the opportunity to participate in a clinical trial, but there was no material improvement in the prognosis, so it wasn’t worth the travel burden. So, they created a regimen for Susan, to be administered by our local oncologist. She starts aggressive chemotherapy Thursday. She already has a cap that says “NO HAIR DAY,” so she’s as ready as...
April 2009
1 post
transition
thistle down blown loose
alone like never before
fall and change and grow
March 2009
12 posts
Presence
We give gifts to each other, good ones and bad ones. Some that don’t fit. Some we intend to return, but never do. We sit for hours and watch movies or read books near each other, never talking the whole time. We smile and laugh at the same time. Sometimes I laugh and you cry. We give gifts to each other. Presence.
In Your Eyes
Could it be that I am only what you see me to be? If so, I want to find the you that sees the best me.
Confusatron
When I remember lost nights so far from home, wandering the streets in a skin that was not quite my own, I remember you. I remember smoky bars and beers left half-drunk, only there for the bass and the drums and the sax and the humanity thronging all around, oblivious to my ectopic wonder, a man out of time and place. Thanks for that, though you never knew.
“All of which makes me anxious. At times, unbearably so.”
– Double Bass, Gorillaz
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when no one is looking
i’m contemplating how the mirror reverses things. everything farther behind me is farther in front of me. people think it makes my clever t-shirt backwards from left to right, but it doesn’t. it’s already backwards from where i’m standing. i trace the words from shoulder to shoulder to be sure.
some people look in the mirror just because they enjoy what they see. not...