morning calls (winter 2008)

I was somewhere between ordering breakfast and portraits
You seemed somewhere between surprise and excitement
I wasn’t available for conversation,
Hurried goodbyes felt like…
Deposed disposables

neverends (winter 2008)

Cesar Chavez took us back, without thought of promises people make, she said thank you and laughed when I shooed her away. We couldn’t help but notice others entering into mundane routine as we concluded it would not be the last of our adventuring.

a note (winter 2008)

Light up eyes can only mean one thing, and I feared meeting them for connection in this case is inappropriate. But thanks for the note that implied some level of enjoyment in our silly connections, missed worlds - acknowledged simply with “I’ll miss you.”


******Don't worry this isn't about anyone you know. But the more I think about it, it might be about all of you. ********

love taps (winter 2008)

Didn’t it surprise you the way God lifted her fingers, and with a push you were planted squarely on the seat of your pants, you should have been laughing, instead, wanting to cry.

personal space (jan 2008)

Maybe it’s your foreign comfort, or because its cold, or because we are sharing a blanket, or because you are so absorbed in the film that you don’t notice, maybe it’s my overly strong tendency for personal space, maybe you are too tired to notice, but shouldn’t you be pulling away?
Or are you trying to say you like me…

capitalism in recession (Jan 2008)

I’m raving about the economy like a capitalist bourgeoisie, reminding me I am upper class roots, entrepreneur family, liberal education, but my student sentiments are not for thee liberty

with all its gambled excitement,

but security for equality..

The King’s Monopoly hotels and housing, the losers,

a dice throw from being us all.


**********Just whats been on my mind lately... rants and rants and rants....****************