The Book

  Crossed Signals ME:  long brown hair, skater in red plaid flannel. YOU: shaven blonde, nose ring and great green eyes. you had a coffee, I, a dropped jaw. Stared at you, can’t forget you. Can I buy your next Java? call.  #786. -The number’s 555-PUMP. Waking.  I turned over and shoved my face into … [Read more…]

the wild parrots of dolores st. squawk as i walk by.  ringing in my ears the sounds of memories, eating me alive in my new home.  i feel so far away and yet i see what is real in people all around me.  i still cannot see what is real in me.  i miss you … [Read more…]