Monday, November 22, 2010

Walking with spiders

It hardly has anything to do with failing to see
the colors, the details, the entire picture.

The heart of the matter really
is what to make of it.

Artwork found at the CCP, November 2006.
I apologize for not being able to take note of the artist's name.
Would like to thank my friend Helen for the pose.

Monday, November 15, 2010

It can't get any more lucid than this

In this dream, I was a child of 7 lying under the shade of a tree. Beside me was a woman. She must have been staring at the clouds through the branches like me. She asked what I'd like to be when I grow up.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Yes, I think I have. When I grow up, I want to be happy."

"It's a beautiful dream, to be happy.

She stood up, daylight turned into night, looked at me with her brown eyes, and said, "Why not today?"

I'm awake. There's no need for drugs, I've dreams. I'm just busy being young-- let me try happy.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


on your return
daylight dying
in a trice
snagged sparrow,
i saw
your chest glistening
brimming warmth
when i'd rather say
it was
that what we hold
and the things
we take
to the grave
are nothing less
than pure