Entry 81915 – From the Highest Shelf

Once I tried to change the story. I opened a new book beside my life as Story, wherein I lay down my misgivings like a lady undressing;  At the end of a long journey, reaching a warm, safe place, In the process she apologetically exposes her scars. (How could I start off something good pretending?) The…

Entry 82315- Flowers in Their Hair

Girls and women paint themselves, Deserving of praise for what abundance they represent- The earth songs their heels sing, step upon step, And the flowers in their hair The vibrant, dying crowns they place Upon their heads, Minds of mystery inside, deep dwelling. You’ll meet many, and more Blossom plaited, With mouths and lashes brimming…

Entry 81915 – Failing Them

There is one of me and you, and you: you are them. The quiet understanding is that. A meaningful gesture is a smile when thinking of you. A nod of recognition in passing between the you of yourself and in my world, mine. I love you, but there is one of me, and surviving means…

The Beauty of Street Art 

I live in a city covered in street art. Ever since I started taking thousands of pictures on my long walks through different neighborhoods, I’ve  cone to recognize the various forms of public art that exist here: the crap people write on walls whilst drunk, the privately commissioned murals decking the sides of lofty brick…