Sometimes people pass through your life in dreams but sometimes they do the same in reality. This happened to me just an hour before Tearing/Rupturing my Achilles Tendon. Weird how randomly these people are injected in at times.

And now I am left with the thought that that mountain that I love to climb all four seasons is totally inaccessible to me until at least June!



San Francisco (or 3 random fragments one month in...)

It ended with the lights dotting waterfronts
spread too randomly and you resting on my shoulder
We only had one breath there before we came back to life
anything we wanted fit neatly in a 3x5 for now...
we were greeted with street drums and left on an overcast hour
straight sidewalks and avenues interupted by erupting hills
water everywhere but the south, keeping things autumn
away we saw an island prison and I would never try to escape
we walked through the wharf and city squares swallowing life
swallowing what others lived and dreamed only to find our meaning
we walked the street of San Francisco just one day...

and she said kisses are like recipes
each time you have one it influences the next
like the flavors in palms in curried dishes
we are alive in the form of transmissions
and passed like sugars into oxygen and energy
or a quick communication
kisses are tastes in our lips

when you lay in the bed next to me
you sneeze like a hometeam shooting free throws
perfect replication in a series
quiet and then cheered on with god bless you
with the breath that moves the curtains when windows are closed
you erupt so quickly


intimate fragments

some of the things I like that I've written I can't really publish anymore. It's not because the meaning is gone, but just the subject matter...

(somehow at this point you become
so close to me that I am covered by you
in places no one else can reach
or see or touch or perceive)

It's almost like an embarrassing cobweb that surrounds a beautifully depicted thought...


Shelton in autumn, late in youth
My brother and sister are both children
Without those temptations we all have now
Shelton in the weekend and in the car ride on the way back
Unbelievable, to me, now your familiar is my foreign
You are taken away and your streets are yours
And I am a visitor in my own family
Meredith plays soccer and I watch and ryan plays in unfamiliar woods
You can’t believe it until you see
This was still part of my family.
Now they are grown up
And the families they know are different than me
I am depressed a bit like a Shelton oak tree in November, a little naked

but it's in the pastttt... extra t for sleepiness...

I'm pretty content