This is a short story that I wrote a while back. A few more are on the way. Hope you enjoy. ————————————— Somewhere on the Edge of Sanity, CA It’s 3 a.m. and I am on my porch again. I am smoking cigarettes and apathy. Or perhaps I am hallucinating again. Because my friends and…
Haikus I never wanted
A few friends I know love haikus. But I never really cared for them much. Still on a warm afternoon in November, I found myself writing these. Because sunsets are fucking brilliant. —- The ride is over And we’re standing at the gates When the sun goes down. Because today I learned something new. —-…
Because hope behind bulletproof glass in some ways doesn’t feel like hope at all.
You are staring at the bulletproof glass on the television. And remembering the first time that you heard of Barack Obama. Because it was over four years ago on a mailing list for a friend’s band from Chicago. Music that would give you the chills the moment you heard it. The same way as when…
A cold summer ends with a warm day.
It’s fall. And I am on the pier again. Watching the fishermen with their hoods pulled up. Their fisher wives and fisher children wrapped in blankets and hidden in tents to protect them from the cold. The wind picks up and a piece of dried seaweed blows in front of me. It seems familiar for…
The people of the People’s Republic of Ocean Beach are less than happy.
“You’re in my fucking courtyard wearing a headlamp at fucking midnight.” … Okay. So that was how the night ended. The beginning was actually much more interesting. Movie. Beer. Barbecue. Beer. A friend back in town and the Tilted Stick with more beer and an uncannily skinny golden retriever. A dog that you might call…
Because on the hard days, I still find myself turning to her optimism.
Note: This one got away from me. It’s long and overwritten and slightly old now. But I’m tired of editing it. So I suppose it’s time to post it. Part I. Cold Water I am jumping into the cold water. My head submerges. And I forget the world for a while. My friends are there,…
Update: Oh mysterious Fanta…
Update: For those of you who share my mission. I added Bali to the places to drink Fanta. ————————————— Fanta is mysteriously good in some countries and mysteriously bad in others.Places to Drink Fanta: Argentina, Chile, Ecuador, India, Morocco, Bali Places NOT to Drink Fanta: Thailand, United States, Israel Please feel free to add locations as necessary. Also,…
In some worlds, I thought it was a ridiculous question. But sadly not in this one.
“Watch out for terrorists,” the man says to his dog. And it is obvious the man is referring to me. He glances at me as I am walking by. Making sure that I have heard him. Over a week of not shaving. An almost beard. My dark skin is darker still. Two weeks of the…
selfish nights for us to remember what it was like when we were young here
I am up late. Remembering Thanksgiving. And how we were watching “Beautiful Girls” in the hours before we drove up to my friend’s parents’ place for dinner. The realization that we were the same age as the characters in it. And how it didn’t really strike me then. But how it is striking me now.…
Because the train we set upon us
Sometimes I forget that I started writing as this self-indulgent act. Because sometimes I fear the self-indulgence of it. Or I can’t get there for whatever reason. Breakfast. Friends. Boredom. Lunch. Music. “Puttering.” Work. Dinner. Sleep. But I keep trying. Because sometimes there is that sentence that is perfect. While the other times allow that…