Calendar Year

California Zephyr

LOST Coast

W(H)ALING

Readerly

These are the books I read in 2011.

Cold Concrete

There was blood on the tracks this morning
before I reached the first full
stop.

When I passed by that way
later in the day,
the car catapulted
just the same,
just … the same.

Though it makes a living underground,
where dust is merely dust,
I could not smell the death
apart from earthly
must.

Reason & rhyme could not compete
against the cold (and)
concrete.

So let us pause … to imagine
   the shattered bone
   the soul, incomplete
   and the weight of severed limbs
what now separates us
  
   from them.

Wild Life

     

Me and My Friends

Creative Travel

^ Main + Key v

Hella Cool

Horsing Around

These Are A Few...

The Year in Books

I didn't take these pictures, but I read these books in their entirety in 2010.

A Foggy Rad Cam

Breaking Fast Slowly

Fallible

Speech Impediment

When I was a boy

I couldn’t say your name,

’round letters went stiff

Now I need a drink because

a drunken sailor needs the sea, 

                       …a gentle float adrift.

Oh, what little sounds we enter

where boisterous waves cry out,

‘Hey let me in!’

—no doubt.

So there you go 

passing by my boat.

You’ll stay afloat, just pine,

creaking sound of caring drowned.

Enjoy the floor and remember dear,

‘The words endear only how we hear,

for those who speak with silver tongues

bring gentleness ashore, 

heretofore.’

Scrabbled

Garbage and Laughter

sitting by the window
the scent of garbage and laughter comes in equal measure
then there’s a room silent
cavernous
and low

its emptiness glows
what a lonely sound echoing voices make with pleasure
all that remains
hollowness
bows

lying seditiously shallow
against a state of affairs, love evicted still rules writ
a law for fools
careless
fallow

the buildings and the trees
everything coated in painter’s black, bright moonlit
hope in the gallows
writhing
pleas

how many lines
that break and form again, never myself to permit
a peace that partakes
retreats
repines

The Amusement Park Wilderness Revisited

The First Visit

The Second

Skyscraper towers of rock silhouette the sunset sky

The evening star pokes a hole in the imminent darkness,

A promise that morning will come

But what dreams may pass between the shadow and the bluebird,

before the rise and fall of wild calls?

My hollow voice will echo faintly,

watch the ripple crawl across the watery table

The moon will glow and the sun will shine, ever brightly,

and where that ripple goes,

only they know