It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
Tag Archives: poetry
We are Born like this Into this Into these carefully mad wars Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness Into bars where people no longer speak to each other Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings … Continue reading
You do not see, and if You are lucky, You make it impossible for others to see as well. I see. You have beauty, heart You have hands that tell the tale, maybe You are more than the junk and … Continue reading
Irrational Lear Lost everything he owned Once hidden, now known. I give you King Lear: Madness, betrayal, bad weather. Everybody dies. The eye does not see when the storm reduces man madness his nature Lear – angry, crazy: A dragon … Continue reading
A starburst. A cataclysmic event. A nebulous constellation of color. Memorable. Made of a multidunious melange. Meandering through the madness. Abstract. A place in the sun. A view of the world. Necessary. Noteworthy. Never easy, not often simple. Distant but … Continue reading
“Help yourself to my advice. I’m sure not using it.” The job market totally sucks now. This is not a news flash, I am aware, but still: Dayum. The odd thing right now is that I am fighting the most … Continue reading
Poetry. Again. No escape. I guess I will just admit it. I like it. Dammit. Last week one of my students came in with a proposal for a literature project on the Chinese poet Ouyang Jianghe. What the fuck? Chinese … Continue reading
A World Where News Travelled Slowly It could take from Monday to Thursday and three horses. The ink was unstable, the characters cramped, the paper tore where it creased. Stained with the leather and sweat of its journey, the envelope … Continue reading
I ran into this guy who lives on the other side of my village yesterday. We are acquaintances through a couple of other people I know here, but not much beyond that. I don’t usually interact with him much. Truth … Continue reading