Odd Ideas

I will become a better me, I will be kinder, I will listen and I will talk less, I will do whatever they do to be liked, the wolf thought. He wondered how it felt to be liked, to be approached by the raccoon or the otter and to be asked, how his day was going. And the wolf thought, maybe, just maybe, if I care about them, if I have enough interest in them, if I were to ask the raccoon how his day was going (to pose such a question!) that that creature can experience that great feeling. (Maybe it wasn't only about the wolf...)

In a Glass of Ale

In a glass of ale,

my misery, sanity, asshole personalities, insecurities, faces, voices, life and its ridiculous details exaggerate the drama of day.

In a glass of ale,

All the shit I'd said

float lifelessly in a circular conundrum.

My anguish relaxes casually on foam.

In a glass of ale,

I am, for once, just me.

No more and no less.

Sadder Days

As I write in the children's section of the Pasadena City Library, the weight of their world presses against mine, introducing a desired levity. I discover we are alike and together we travel so that the odd ideas of society do not silence the whisperings in our hearts.

The Face: A Short Love Story

The loveboat arrives to pick out the lovers off the face of the earth. The tear the eye on the face of the earth sets free is the precise thrust required to push them forth. Everything else is onward.