Saturday, November 10, 2007


silence in the car on the way home,
the tires hitting the different surface textures the only sound.
every time i leave a cemetery, i vow to live my life to the fullest.
if life ends with a plaque briefly describing my place in the world
it best not be regretful and in some biblical language.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

london always does this to me.

sir john everett millais stirs the romantic in me
like only an artist can.
will I ever feel the intense passion demonstrated in these paintings?

Wednesday, June 6, 2007


my hands smell like watermelons as I splash
my face with water from newly installed facet.
i look like the present day deborah harry and I am only 27.
whiskey is bad.

Friday, June 1, 2007

all things go.

first plant of summer died long before our love did.