It echoes against the walls. The tiny siren alarms the unsuspecting. One long beep. Then another. 1, 2! 1, 2! It makes you feel like there is still life beyond our thoughts. There’s still something alive out there. I’m not the only one left. Blaring proof to the future that there was once human life … Read more
I didn’t see this coming, this sort of thing, though winters in the past have brought me luck. There must be something in the air this year. The breeze filled with warm smell of spices in November And a mystic cloudy gloom in December. It’s all rather beautiful when put together. But here I was, … Read more
There’s something this November that flies around the air. It’s this peace and color that brightens more with every new sun. And at night it illuminates our faces just enough. The cold this year likes to tease but we still keep warm. And our arms stay linked and connect at the bottom at our fingertips As … Read more
5 trees. Side by side along the fortress walls of a castle afar. The castle, it protects us. It smiles for us. It holds us here in this cold and shadowed hole. Where there are cold and shadowed men. These men have lost their chivalry. Will I acquire what it takes? What it takes to make … Read more
There’s a sense of urgency that floats away when you open the door. The wonder pours in and fills the room. An October wind pushes the peace around. The old lady carries her roses. I could’ve never told you about it in the morning. This is California at its best. This is why they chose this … Read more
Tonight, I am standing here. Almost naked on this suburban street. It feels as if I’ve walked out of the ocean, onto the sand, while the wind mists the few rain drops against my face. It’s back. We’re back. I feel the cold against my legs. It’s real. And the trees say, “Hello,” and remind … Read more
Through the straight,with the unknown.A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.Off to the place where we first made contact.A wave and smile transmitted in … Read more
We aren’t coming of age. No, we’re not there yet. As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right. I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles. And that they were put in by the architect artist. Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard. The electricity supplies my … Read more
Early mornings. 5. We breezed in through and lined up together. Always looking for the middle of the day. We danced under trees and watched the cartoon birds lay eggs in nests. All was loyal in the square. And the bench where we sat. Maybe something was to be said of the memory that is … Read more
Doors open and doors close. The wheels spin at 95 But we’re in the wrong lane And 100 will surely mean death. The mirrors fixed on me for I care not what happens behind. And all the note reads is “Look up Mulholland.” Ticks run out. A few hours past due. You will wake tomorrow … Read more