13 senses

sunlit bronze topic
reminds me of so cal in july

heat so thick it stuck to the back of my throat
by noon I was exhausted

if we stayed long enough
light fog moved over sweltering cement

summer is
kissing at dusk with burning sky back drop

for record keepers and keepsakers

where is the fire beneath your skin

when does the time move slower than the slimming horizon

if this was tomorrow, we wouldn't be standing in the darkness

Market Street & Rose Street

There is a man in a window
drawing topography lines,
or the age rings of a tree,
on a large white wall
where market meets rose.

All this,
he has been there half the day
and the wall is not quite filled.

devner in seventy-two hours

rocky mountain high
giving me headaches,
and insomnia

we are talking about the movement;
starting the dialogue
across the states of united and divided

categorizing books

to divide into categories

• history
• biography
• philosophy
• religion
• poetry
• reference
• fiction
• classics
• humor
• art
• cooking 

notes from strangers

despues de un vase of two buck chuck

alone.  some would say, down on my luck

learning to listen - focus, choose.

pen handed, love sanded... instrument beat, arpeggro meet heart, sweet

heart, reunion, hunter, desiree, hunter, desiree

walking, walking, walking, running, jumping,

humming, thumping, strumming down the street

and to the lake... make bake shake wake.

it must have been the soft summer breeze or the 

sequence of summer, I believe you are bad at ping pong.

a life in beaches

Laying on fallen trees that line the bluffs, nothing but the sound of the tide to fill the pitch night and shooting stars flying across the sky. The salt of the sea left a taste like no other on our tongues. Few words to describe an experience that takes the whole body itself to devote all the senses; the chill of the evening filling my feet and lower back. Rocks flying through the universe, travelling quicker than we might ever know and burning out; time and space will draw life from everthing that exists and does not exist all within itself. My mind wanders back to sunrises in the harbor, salty skin next to a pillow and the tide rocking in and out.