Monthly Archives: July 2011


We brush our teeth outside the truck

Mini mountains of toothpaste foam soak in the grass

Strolling through the park we reach concrete and city houses

Etched names in the concrete

You show me yours next to the coffee shop

We have some quarters to share a cup

Down the streets we roam

And find the place we first kissed

Up against the wall

I was in a penguin suit

You didn’t dress up that year

We see the Cherry Blossom petals float off into the wind like a first snow

A strange dog in a Jesus van with bibles and crosses

A man with brown teeth who asks if we’re engaged

There are flowers blooming in the night

And sayings on the bathroom walls

And you carry a burning incense stick around with us

Musicians sing to you and me and play the harmonica, drums, and guitar all at once

And all at once we wake up in the back of the truck and you open the side hatch

And it is our window at dawn so we can see the Oaks and elms and redwoods

The light shines through and side by side we laugh, we lie, we scream, we fly

And you that morning, behind the camera, shooting me-the one eye I could see

Told me all at once I love you

And once, I loved you too.


July 25, 2011

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” -Mark Twain

July 22, 2011

“Even the best writer has to erase.” -Spanish Proverb

July 21, 2011

“There are four questions of value in life…What is sacred?  Of what is the spirit made?  What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for?  The answer to each is the same. Only love.”  -Johnny Depp


Outside the window, children’s laughter

Bright sunshine melting the ice in my mother’s sweet tea

Yellow roses, orange dahlias, giant honeysuckle climbing up the wall

Bloom, bloom

immobile indoors

sluggish Sunday

When I lost you, I lost me.

July 20, 2011

“America is my country and Paris is my hometown.” -Gertrude Stein

July 19, 2011

“A wounded deer leaps the highest.” -Emily Dickinson