If there is a heaven, it’s searching through a crowd for someone you have been separated from, someone you can’t wait to see.
…and he just got into his car and drove away
We talk about reaching solid ground and solid ground does not exist. The ground is faulted; necessarily so. Balance is an illusion.
I tend to avoid crowds successfully enough that I forget how being in one can so easily restore my optimism. One of the best things about San Francisco is Hardly […]
There’s a girl I knew, in the strange way of the Internet. Named for a flower, she is the daughter of a man I met on a defunct writing site…a […]
Today I read the last words of a reporter who blogged his own death. His name was Mark Mooney, and I don’t know what kind of reporter he was in […]
I thought about you today. I always do when it rains. You would appreciate the fact that the little sensor that detects rainwater on the windshield of a car and […]
Originally posted on Caneléfornia:
It’s a rainy day and so I tried to cut the morning walk short but Jake wasn’t having any of it. Come on, I say…
I don’t know whether to think of passion as a fruit or a feeling but I do know what it is to ski three thousand vertical feet thinking of you […]
I want to chew through you like steak. I want to feel the many textures of you against my tongue – here, rough like salted almonds; there, smooth like mashed […]