December 2008
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CEMETERIES OF SAN FRANCISCO
the freeway sounds like a wave suspended above me on the wings of a bridge i cannot fathom. i’m fumbling w/a zipper instead of taking a picture & she’s in a loft down the alley. poetry is bravery, documentary. the fashion model’s late & i’m not waiting for her at all… those ghosts are in the ground. we have san francisco, dear, conquered in concrete to...
Dec 1st
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November 2008
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MY THANKSGIVING 2008
i am thankful for the looming white windowlight on the highest floors of the neighboring building, which i mistake for a full moon each time i pass through my kitchen. i am thankful for every train that has surprised me by appearing on time in the rare instance of rain, & never on the sunniest days - knowing my patience is thin & my shoes are restless. i am thankful for the rest of the...
Nov 27th
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Nov 26th
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Nov 24th
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Nov 24th
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Nov 22nd
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RELATIVE COOL
winter is a quality of light - a paper snowflake hung in the window. i am wandering home through these towers of commerce & symbols.
Nov 21st
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“i honestly didn’t think she was that hardcore until she started on the...”
–  OVERHEARD: Grant & Sutter.
Nov 17th
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Nov 13th
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WE LIFT OUR EYES UPWARD
the moon cast a halo the colors of the rainbow, lent a stony bone hue by the white dust of angels.
Nov 12th
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SKETCH FROM A WINTER WINDOW
the street pulse is asphalt & the pounding of feet, sheets of hard luck untucked from a bed of steam.
Nov 11th
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Nov 7th
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Nov 7th
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Nov 6th
LIGHT ERASES DARK TERMS
to( V * O * T * E ) = ( VETO )2
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THINK IN MUSIC, SPEAK IN MOVEMENT
these are the streets that speak to me every morning. on foot & in the mist, our conversations ramble. we have no real friends but we know everyone.
Nov 2nd