Sunday, March 21, 2010

Here's to one of the best nights of our lives.

A night of music with the truest of friends. 
Pour down a glass of fine whiskey and let's toast to another beautiful year!

Happy birthday, Kash! :)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Help! I'm alive, my heart is beating like a hammer. -- Metric

Oddly enough, being inflicted by this strange condition once more does awaken in me feelings of life. I must be grateful to whatever I owe this CPR, though the shock terribly stings my heart every time.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters with no pearls. -- Counting Crows


There were times I’ve attempted to displace
Tired memories for new by taking a letter
And hiding it with clutter inside a drawer

That was not mine. Once, they held some
Of Lola's trinkets: perfume, mirrors, yellowed prayer
Books and scapulars, softened photographs of
Post war Philippines. I thought of age and how many

Instances I would try to gather the memories inside yet
Misplace. Victor, she said, was the only man she had
Loved. We can never be sure what of the other men
That may have drifted some place with wives and children.

How they must have adored her dark curls with
Haranas and Dahlias as her father warned them
That it was late. But we’ve stayed up much much later,
Wakeful, restless, and wanting perhaps more

From others. We’ve no need for new compartments.
I’ve never seen it happening. It is morning and I am
Glad, by now I’ve ceased to notice their absence.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

After Prayers

They all must go somewhere, our prayers,
that become wishes at night. No one knows

but never mind that. I believe, once uttered,
they simply fly free beyond the stars.

And in my heart, more room is made for hope.