Quiet
Holding the meditative quality of the subtle play of shadow https://photos.app.goo.gl/JNS1jhdyBxWfsaWM2
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just being
What I have is sufficient
Still going
Making little tiny fingers… And waiting for glue to dry again.
oh, but I am
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four letter words
The past is fluid. You think you have a handle on what was, but with some crucial bit of information you realize you had it all wrong. Who am I to you? Or you to me? What is the significance of a shared bite or a small gift? For me it was something, for you…just friends. “Just”. A four letter word like “shit” and “fuck” and “loss”. and “love” Which …
11/15/2016
Happy hour. Dollar oysters. I don’t need no stinkin’ date. The happy hour cocktail is pear bourbon sour. Don’t like bourbon. I do like this. I write on paper, in a leather bound journal of handmade paper. It has a lock. Funny. This is old school. Normally, I’d take a picture. Just ink and paper. Here is an oyster. I’ve been sad. But one of the bartender shuckers …
11/10/2016
Some of you are gracious. I am not. Yesterday, I was sad; today, I am mad. Today, I am not magnanimous. You voted for Trump? Not okay. I’m supposed to empathize with your disenfranchisement? I’m supposed to understand your anger? You didn’t vote because both were bad? Were you in a swing state? But you’re not a racist. (The kkk is holding a victory parade) Oh. And you’re not a …
11/8/2016
I thought better of you, America. You’re not who I thought you were.
Today
Shooters target 12 officers in Dallas, 5 killed at the end of a peaceful demonstration. The demonstration follows the murder of two unarmed black men by police officers in two separate incidents. In the last few years, there has been many documented incidences of police brutality specifically targeting black people. Less than two weeks ago, a gunman killed 12 people at a gay night club. The attack specifically targeted that …
Channeling Dad
I’m in Manhattan eating a bagel as big as my head. We’re at a serviceman’s hostel: mom, Elaine and her boys, me and mine. 9:30 They’re all also except me. Typical. But here I am writing like dad would while on his travels. It feels right. It’s quiet. Mom sprang for this family gathering. Elice and Brahim couldn’t make it. It’s the end of Ramadan. We’ll see them later this …