Poems & Things

Little line drawings placed in a haste a haze a flash
of thought to prevent overexamination,
overexploration, overinspection too much observation, 
because overthinking is destruction;

Drawn in the moment to catch the piece of time
the fleck of breath and flicker of light filtered through the trees in a moment that's gone before you decide it exists.



Written for Jchandle, December 2007:

     Say whatever to

     slippers in the rain
     bad drawings
     being hungry... still
     charcoaly fingers
     paintings that make you barf


     Hello,

     Christmas
     and snow
     chili dogs
     evenings that call for trains
     and maybe some goodbyes
     and rain

     hello there,
     I love your face.



October 2007:

A place where the long shadow of long golden bamboo leaves stretches across the stained white wall in the electric sunshine, singing, wind churning so deliberately I feel my soul shift with the trees;
voices, distant, muffled against brilliant blue skies as yellows scream, and in my head I plead, God, make this moment forever.