6/2/2017

Handmade foam rubber wetsuits,
neon yellow with a blue hood
wrapped in Ocean Beach fog.
It’s always summer on the inside.

6/1/2017

The scent of cherry tomatoes
ripe on the vine at dusk.
Or onions opaque in a skillet.
Soil and sizzle, I’m home.

5/31/2017

Years tracking down stories
then told in twenty minutes.
Narratives making sand flow.
Density turning into viscosity.

 

5/30/2017

That time I made my wife drive
with me into the hills to see
the harvest moon visible from our
stoop. Just a little closer now.

5/29/2017

Rafters to cellar, doorbell to crib
Stonewashed, soil-stained
Chainsaw and soak hose
Mended pipe, pierced copper.

 

5/28/2017

The man born this day
gave up his bed
when I lost my own.
Hush, he gestured. Rest.

5/26/2017

Minimal lines in a drawing.
The few pen strokes
are finalists of hundreds
— or the sum of them.

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