Write to think.

“Go upstairs and write whatever comes to mind.”

11/23/15
10:00pm

**How we live now…**

I’m already distracted. I feel anxious about writing. Like I don’t have any clear thoughts or any confidence in…

“Be Easy”

his hair

was a fractal of the whole universe.
never-ending depths,
twigs and birds,
the smallest yellow flowers.

overgrown cemeteries
rolling canola fields
sun-baked canyons and
snow-capped mountains

You weren’t my first love. 
Not even my fifth.
I didn’t notice you, I couldn’t.

I was fighting for me, my family.
You were invisible. Irrelevant. 
Might as well be inanimate.

“Can you take a photo of us?”

Late Sunday afternoon.
Broadway-Lafayette platform.
There’s a 5 seater.
The kind with the wood dividers and well-defined seats.

The summer’s water broke
 
a shift in balance and the heavy 
sky released its weight on the earth

but to clean not burden.

Flood every crack, crevice 
and deepest canyon where
the pain resides.

the difference between manhattan and brooklyn

is that 
in manhattan

you can’t help 
but look

at the billboards
and storefronts
and undeniably 
fashionable people
to set an expectation
for how your life should be

mom,

one day
day unknown, 
but known to be,

I’ll have to hear 
your laugh in the crows
and smell your skin
in the wet bark 
of a tree,

What do I value?

Free time to explore new things. Art, places, expressions, ideas, movies.

Love with people, or anything that can reciprocate. Understanding how other people live, sharing life with other people, having other people understand me. Laughing. “Ahhh”ing. A few very close…

spruce that bends

i may have paid some attention to it when i was young 
maybe hugged it and kissed it in some childhood game
but it was hardly a thing
i would have thought of as home.