Listening to upbeat music in the dark, it reminds me of my childhood when I would go to the pool with my neighbor. We’ve been friends since the second day of kindergarten. His parents always drove Volvos. And I rode in the backseat with will and the radio was playing…
The day my grandmother died the sun ran bright as if god’s watercolors spilled in the sky. Today, we talked about her and left a restaurant, only to see geometric shapes in the sky. There was also a beautiful sunset, but that was secondary to the shapes. They seem to…
There are no new women. There are no new songs. I saw her for the third time. I wrote a new song. We drank wine as friends. I’m laying in bed. I see stars out the window still. They’re still there. …and there’s nothing new.
Old friends from school. Updates. Alcohol. Stories. They talked about Pyrex food storage containers and I knew we were old. Sadness creeping in. Changes. Disappointment that somethings we love can’t last. New unions as old bonds fray. I listened to high school music and I don’t want to go back.
At this Starbucks, there used to be a lit fireplace. Now it sits dark and black—a reminder of how much better it used to be. In fact, I don’t really like this place anymore. It seems that humans are naturally fascinated with fire. As a boy scout, we all were…
Naked underneath covers. I spent all day working, thinking about sex, then working again. It’s a very pedestrian existence. But it was good because I chose what to work on. My voice pushed me to write about how Earth, too, is naked under covers. But space scares me. Better to…
I’m laying in the grass on a picnic blanket. To my left a woman is lying beside me, but she’s looking past me. Over her shoulder I see another woman, and another still behind her, continuing off into the sunny edge of a hill with a pine tree on top….
We had just started dating and I had just returned from my summer trip. We lived in a rented room in Davis, California, and the sun had dried the earth. Every day it was hot, and the drought meant that the afternoon was a time for naps. We lay together…
Imagined realities are a powerful thing. For example, consider Ralph Lauren. It’s a brand associated with wealth, with prestige, with a sport nobody plays but everyone knows is for rich people. A sport that by its very nature is inaccessible to even the average wealthy person—simply because housing and feeding…