Monday, June 29, 2020


—I'VE GOT A PROBLEM EVEN ALCOHOL CAN'T SOLVE 


flute

words
fall hard
on me
code red
most times
bursting chandeliers
champagne flutes
busting through
the thin
lake ice like
an abrupt
t.k.o.
everyone sees
coming
but me
so thanks
for that last
uppercut
to the throat
because prior
i’d been
eating /
thinking /
drinking /
too much
or else
too less
and now
it’s problematic
to swallow
anything
at all
even my
stingy pride
and yeah
i’ve a few
more pounds
to shed
before i
bury
these tedious
bones
for good
perhaps i’m
an imposter
after all  
as you say
the lame
broken head
on a four-poster
corner bed
you tell me
please
please
sometimes you
see yourself
in someone
else’s fogged-up
breath and
it can be
bliss
or sometimes
it just makes
you feel
like less
than what you
hardly think
you are
so
bottom’s up
this drink’s
gonna sting /
on me /
for you /
who knows
where it’s
gonna land

Friday, June 26, 2020



—WHEN EVERYTHING IS LONELY, I CAN BE MY OWN BEST FRIEND


off the shelf

today I
took the
shoebox
from the shelf
blew
a skein
of mauve
dust off
the lid
and sorted
through every
sacred
piece of us
all the
tender bits
the bitter bits
we probably didn’t
really
mean
though they /
you /
me /
were
really
really
mean
at the time
and it was
impossible
not to smile
or cry
chuckle
clutch my heart
or reach
for a tumbler
of cabernet
just not to
feel
like that
it was
an exercise
my latest
conceptual
behavioral
therapist
equates with
closure
a wake
but the thing is
I still
hear /
see /
feel /
the wake
slap up against
my dull
skull
day and night
like an
ocean boulder
stuffed so full
and satisfied
with itself that
it doesn’t notice
the shale
flaking off
follicle by
follicle
turning into
the sand that
rides the waves
washing
up on a
beach 
like diamonds
too furtive
and slick
to catch

Wednesday, June 24, 2020




—I’VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH THE CONTROL CENTER IN MY OWN HEAD


…Hey hi.  How are you?  I hope the sun is shining where you are, and that you’re safe and surrounded by wonderful things.
I’ve had a string of better days (7’s), but today doesn’t feel like one of them. Too much anxiety crushing my chest. It’s a little difficult to breathe. But yesterday I saw Pete the eagle three times. I saw a bunny and a squirrel, and I also saw a butterfly—all good luck signs.

…I wrote a lot, or what’s considered “a lot” for me these days. I’ll post them down the road…

…I have really been into music of late, which is saying something, since music has always been one of my biggest passions. Particularly, I’ve been into female songwriters. After the first 26 seconds of distortion, this has to be one of the greatest songs ever:


This is also another gem by Phoebe:


I love this for so many reasons:


Orla is my latest obsession, and this video is a masterpiece, albeit heartbreaking:


I could share almost all of her songs, but here are just a few more:





…Both of my kids have been to CHOP in Capitol Hill.  I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Nonetheless, my son took his journal with him and asked random people there to share their definition of love.  The responses were quite different from the last time he did this, but their answers were still pretty interesting, or at least they are to me:

LOVE IS…

Radiating, heart-bursting, unconditional, heavy, confusing, messy, me, you, us. - Nat

Love is forgiveness. It cannot exist alongside guilt. – Cassandra

Love is understanding.

Love is seeing someone for how they truly are and showing up with compassion for them wherever they are. – Bec

The end goal of love is happiness. – Don

Love is a deep breath. – B.

Love is the outcome of growth.

Love is neuro-chemical con job. – Shawn

Love is not words you say, but rather the things you do. - Frankie

So, as a person who says “I love you” to everyone (I love you, Reader!) love is a method of affirmation for me. Like, I hear you, I appreciate you, I’m listening. Love is the easiest way to tell someone, “You’re valid.” – David

Love is brave vulnerability.

Love is God and oxytocin.

Love is the answer, as long as it’s true. – DeNaro

Choosing the highest good for someone else. – Diego

Love is the connection we have with everything around us. Clarissa

To me, love is the key to having a world where everyone feels accepted and safe. – Sam

Love is about recognizing the inherent beauty and worth in every person and acting on that beauty and worth. – W.D.

Love is highly abused with seven different technical applications.

Love is unconditional acceptance and trust.

Love is sacrifice. Love is worry. Love is putting people before yourself.

Do unto others as you would have done to you. – Eric

Freedom is love. – Cody

Love means fucking love. For all humans. All spirits.

Love is God. God is love. – Ronny

Love is a process. – Karim

Love is as simple as putting someone’s life before your own. – Miguel

Love is family – Marina

A feeling you can’t shake, like me and my father. – Quinloo

Love is more than the antithesis of hate Love is action. Love is acceptance. – S.R.

Love is caring for all living things and having empathy. – E.B.

Love is allowing someone you love to grow so they can be human. – Alisha

You are love.  Yep.

Monday, June 22, 2020


—I CAN’T BREATHE


What Time Is It?

     after Dave Chappelle, “8:46”

The streets
speak for
themselves,
screaming for
the slain
and voiceless,
crimson stains
woven into the
cement whorls
of sidewalks,
each gory flourish
a defenseless
life lost--
son
 daughter
   father
     brother
        lover--
each spackled
s   t   r   e   t   c   h
of pavement
another urban
headstone
with no
headlines,
trod on
as some throngs
make their
way to work or
to a Thai place,
others now impeding
such progress
and nonsense,
forcing the
crowd to
pause
notice
and listen as they
try to claim
a new magistrate
for those who
never had one 

Friday, June 19, 2020


—I WAS GONNA DIE YOUNG, NOW I GOTTA WAIT FOR YOU


maybe

meet me
under the
waterfall
we’ll let our
hair down
strip everything
away
skin and sin
all the rancor
and nonsense
let the waves
rock us like
babies
do a little
soul cleanse
in the tide pool
naked and
naughty
slick as dolphins
splashing like toddlers
who cares
we can be perfectly
honest
for once
because water
never lies or
judges what’s
floating in it
after a while
we’ll paddle
out of the cove
make it to
mauritius
or else
someplace
equally delicious
how’s that sound
what’re you doing
hurry up
the water’s warm
and i’m here
waiting

Wednesday, June 17, 2020


—I’M LUCID BUT I STILL CAN’T THINK



chops

i’ve grown
a pair
(or two)
swallowing
these days
big boy-style
grin-and-bear-it
fake-it
-till-you-
can’t-
make-it
night
swimming
with
“the recklessness
of water”
the very thing
i can’t grasp
though i need
the tide to guide
me through
the most bleak
moments
when i’m
dangling on
a ledge
pen in hand
thoughts on the
edge of my tongue
cat there too
looking so
wise and satisfied
licking its chops