Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Thrice-In Exile

This keeps coming back to me. Over and over again. This is everything to me. 

Sunday, July 10, 2011

The View

The view from my slimy orbs holds close in region.
A ticking clock is held close due to bad vision.
While the vision is poor, the view is rich.
Dark green trees lit from the sun, clouds
in the direct distance, not touching our reached out fingertips.
No chance of rain, No chance of pain. No possibility
of any negative uses of words.
No angry drizzles on our happy mountains.
Just funky feelings and calm eyes, breezy conversation
to fuel a deeper prize.

Monday, June 20, 2011

January Words.

Lips like sherbet. Sherbet kisses.
Inhales and exhales from Luna's lungs guide my lead on lined paper. 
Roof sunset sessions remind us of how lucky we are to live
so close to the wavy blue. The sun sets too early, we know. Still, the blankets,
hot tea, and camera keep us in the appreciative mood.
Oranges like ice cream and pinks like nail polish, our sun is performing
only for us. We are the only ones watching the magic show.
Magic mountains so clear they seem much closer.
Malibu is a little cookie. I break off the piece that's jutting out and snack
on it while my Luna contemplates whether or not it is Tuesday. 
Yoga tomorrow. My first. Release.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

My black sand beaches and my white water rapids.

Arroyo Burro.




Dancing weds.

Murk Ink.


Watching you work.

Big home.

Angel face.




Creepy basement.

The lovely Kriss Light performing in Venice Beach.

Brother bear ripping it up.

The Darlings performing in Redondo Beach.

Green Belt.


Bromancing Buds.

Tim Mcllrath of Rise Against in Long Beach.


Cousin in the wind.

Railroad Revival.