Goodbye, Kobe Bryant

There is magic in the world of sports. When you give your full devotion to  your favorite player they take you with them on a vicarious journey. So we attach ourselves to titans. We share their glory as if it were our own.

The Hollow Shell

I suppose I became a seashell that failed to give you the ocean when you held me to your ear. Gently – so Continue reading →

Unlaced

You did a number on me. I lost count around infinity. But I’ll follow you to me, shoes untied. That Continue reading →

A Clever Alcoholic

I tried to pour all the girls I ever cared about into a blushing bottle of whiskey, into a neat Continue reading →

Rose Bath

This wind, how gentle, how lovely that the rose bush has given its petals to the breeze so flippantly, if Continue reading →

Smooch

Thoughts so cold they come out in icicles from a mouth left shivering from her kiss.

Rubble Love

A booth at our old restaurant, chipped paint cracking on the wall, light bulbs too new to dawn a flicker, Continue reading →

The Old Year

Bridging twelve months together, a ravage shuffle, a deck of rapture. So mangy, last year’s memory portrait driven into the Continue reading →

Third Street

I never know how long it will last. Only a moment. Maybe longer. Maybe the crowd understands, the way the Continue reading →

Pismo Beach

“All at once you look across a crowded room to see the way that light attaches to a girl…” Counting Continue reading →

Your Wild Leaf

You remember the nights that haunted you: driving alone in a city that never knew you, with the rain falling Continue reading →

Halloween

Halloween slips through the night. Driving through an old neighborhood on my work break, watching out for children and the Continue reading →

Autumn and the Night

The weather has gone cold here. I’m on the patio chair, wind at my back, reading my old journal that Continue reading →

The Generous Oils of My Bones

I will tell her it was never wrongly me, that I was the parallel straight to her imperfect scribble. I Continue reading →

An Urban Housing Hunt

 Extreme navigation through this LA town: hurried apartment hunt, boycotting the streets under construction, masquerading at 45 mph with the Continue reading →

San Francisco

Thursday An eight-hour train ride through the countryside of California.  Yellow dominates the land in the roughs where the weeds Continue reading →

Unbridled Sleep

My car headlights scribble into a mess as they try to figure out the vulnerable pieces of this dark night. Continue reading →

What Hurts the Most

It’s the moment you’re gone that hurts the most; starting over from goodbye, painful seconds, reflective minutes, idle hours staring Continue reading →

A Coffee Shop in Los Angeles

You never mean to stare. But the beautiful girl across the table connects with you with in glances, headphones holding Continue reading →

A Silhouette In the Barcelona Light

The long train to Madrid. Hoping the smell from last night has left me: cigarettes smoked near the midnight ocean, Continue reading →

Leonard Cohen

“An eskimo showed me a movie he’d recently taken of you. The poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips Continue reading →

College Revisited

Drifting through this old college town on the spokes of a rented bike. I cycle through Sunday conversations revolving around Continue reading →

Home

Waiting for this breeze to carry me to a place in this hometown I use to remember, driving an old white Continue reading →

For Your Stormy Mind

An audio tape of a girl whispering in the bed sheets, telling you it’s too early to drift off. A Continue reading →

Unemployment

A tumbleweed evening. Life rolling by in snares, snagging itself on unemployment. I’m scratching the surface of doubt, watching these Continue reading →

Barcelona

Flying over the blue-pearl ocean with the sun dawning on the world. The horizon sizzles, reflecting off the wing of Continue reading →

A Relationship with Europe

Watching the ketchup run off the plate under the kitchen faucet in streaks, never all at once, thinking it a Continue reading →

Girls

I lose myself to the girl who lives in my writing. She’s undeniably there, in the spotlight and in the Continue reading →

I Found You, Paris

Friday, May 31, 2013: Avenue de la Bourdonnais (8:30pm) The Paris night clips the buildings and deposits its cool air Continue reading →

Last Night in London

All quiet in Barnes. I sit on a bench near the pond. The swans sleep on the island, and the Continue reading →

London Slipping Away

Existing on a sunny day. The pond nearby gracefully trickles its music into my ears. It’s easy to write of Continue reading →

Third Floor Poverty

The dog looks up at me from the tatters of the ripped jacket he lies on. His owner – ripped Continue reading →

London on a Sunday Afternoon

The waterfowls near the pond in St. James’s Park gather near an old man throwing bread crumbs in the water. Continue reading →

Cloudless, That’s What You Are

A late night on the road. Moonlight reflects off the ocean like a white dot scribbled on water. There is Continue reading →

How to Cure a Hangover with Stonehenge

I open the blinds and introduce my hangover to the sun. The alcohol from last night’s celebration has abandoned me Continue reading →

Rainrise Instead of Rainfall

These streets wear tiredness. Men and women walk with invisible shackles in the rain. The day dulls like an old coat Continue reading →

The Old Man in Notting Hill

There is an old man who walks in my neighborhood. He has a cane, and walks slowly through this world. He Continue reading →

A Life Chapter

I finished my bottle of wine and read with one eye closed. The words blurred together. I switched eyes but Continue reading →

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I finished my favorite book today in a park near the River Thames. I watched a child run in circles Continue reading →

…like the chimneys outside blew love instead of smoke…

A surreal afternoon near the River Thames. The London Eye spins tourists around its wheel. A street market set up on Continue reading →

A Shakespeare Town in the Thursday Sun

I’m in a park near the Southern Stratford Canal. Crowds of people gather under trees, grasses and steps leading up to Continue reading →

More Silver than Gold

What can you make of a night when a drag of a cigarette lights up more meaningful memories than sitting Continue reading →

A Lamppost Near Harrods…

A new night in London, my flat tries to speak to me in creaks of the floorboard and the open Continue reading →

With Every London Breath I Take

Walking down to the station, the trains rustling along their London tracks, filled with passengers that sometimes smell like body Continue reading →

My Little Herman Boy

A captivating night at my pub table, The Sun Inn growing in loudness with each person that comes in seeking refuge from Continue reading →

The Way Your Rain Feels

This downpour all over me. The rain from this London storm drips down my face, so lightly. It makes me Continue reading →

To Dine With Life

Approaching the end of my first week in England, all the jet lag evaporating, unlike the consistent mists that hang Continue reading →

London Calling

In London. On the train to Waterloo, a newspaper on my lap, unread, choosing instead to watch the world flip Continue reading →

My Boston

It’s the sound of Boston…the busses and trains and the accents that make me laugh. It’s the brick buildings and Continue reading →