Reader, wanna-be writer, traveller, adventurer. Eclectic collector of pretty words and experiences.
Pacific water from the bay across the state highway cools the midnight air.
Tonight, I sit in downtown Los Angeles on an artsy, architecturally-ambitious park bench…
Tonight, I’m gonna have myself a real good timeI feel alive and the world I’ll turn it…
“This one’s gonna hurt a little,” I said.
It’s been far too long Miss Touchy since I tricked you with my sleight of hand.
He told her, “Tomorrow will be a very special day for you, little one.”
Falling deep inside
The ocean-blue eyes of hers
Never to escape
in all directionsthey splintered from the main pointand went in circles
a golden haiku
water turns to gold,transubstantiation, thistricky blue ocean