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...
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...
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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.
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i honestly didn’t think she was that hardcore until she started on the...
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OVERHEARD: Grant & Sutter.
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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.
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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.
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LIGHT ERASES DARK TERMS
to( V * O * T * E ) = ( VETO )2
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.