nothing new
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.
reunion
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.
fire
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
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…
picnic
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….
california summer
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
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…
fallen trees
It was a clear day and then the evening turned orange. The lights from the city mixed with clouds and I could tell something was coming. I met a girl and we walked in the rain and I went home early. Things were calm. I was sad. I bought an…
sisyphus
What is a chore and what is fun? If Sisyphus found meaning in pushing a rock for all eternity, can I find meaning in writing an article, or even maintaining a blog? Such a short time we have. Such whiners we are. How spoiled I am.
soft voices
Unsure what to write, I retreat to soft songs and calm voices. I’m meeting people. I’m seeing family. I’m saying goodbye. I’m chasing love and finding sex and losing youth. From birth to death, life is a tragedy. But there are intermissions: Seeing her for the first time. And steam…