Thursday, 14 November 2019


the mailbox was physical i found all my documents i looked them over and shredded them and i wished i could shred the virtual docs too from my inbox. you cannot locate me in my inbox, but rather in my outbox, we communicate this way and it's less fun but more convenient than face to face. it's less exciting, it's isolating us from each other like our phones. like our tablets. like our laptops and our desktops and pretty soon we won't be talking anymore, will we be friends? will we ever love like that again?

i was a vape

you were vaping peanut butter cups and blowing smoke into the space above our heads, while i argued for books over any other form of entertainment. nothing beats a paperback with its scent of undiscovered ideas. do they make a juice for that? you found newspaper print vape on google and we laughed all the way to the store.

Wednesday, 13 November 2019

journal 4 nov

some days were all traffic
no let up

it was hard to even
get up

so many screens
so little time and who would believe
a moment of silence...

could feel
  a crime


you were stunning
they were gunning
to meet you

if only they knew
what they were walking

wanting to believe

if i could help you i would. maybe i can by being grown up and not so easily hurt. i guess we all struggle with wanting to believe we are loved.

impossible math

in the city you may find her
weeknights back of the lot
expanse of sky just above a fenced
square of earth to breathe
eyes full of sunset and
impossible math ruled out in
her forehead

tired of moving
cannot afford to stay
how can she tell
the kid

soft fall

the grapefruit ice you drink upon the delta breeze

with summer lost its spark

calm down. you need not rush

the leaves to turn and

softly fall upon the crossing


time to sit and talk

all the cell phones gone and what a world

would be. what a world once

was and how we got along you

fingered my blouse i cried to think so

soon you would be