she watched everything unfold

with a nonjudgmental eye

the world flipping channels

addicted to celebrity worship murder porn 

character assassination

she had a terrible habit when bored

indulging in other’s opinions

forgive me

she announced

i have to go define



teenage communist

only nineteen reading Marx
she was calmly pronounced a communist
by her ever patriotic American family

arguing was useless
she laughed so hard

how would she get the grades they demanded

if she blew off class 



write off

try living it

try being it

then may you honor its rightful place in the universe

and yours   


flower. papiere

the petals turn colorful pirouettes

pinwheels for narrow pupils having a moment 

under careless of cashier judgment unspoken

ultra premium violet exposition

1999. like midnight sun was a tradition


what the hell

i didn’t know 

what the hell i 

was doing 

i lacked insight

i lacked judgment

but i did what i did

and i did

what i could

and survived and

now i know

what the


as life is life and living is living

as we watch the world go by and loved ones die as we look into the sky and wonder why. as we get over ourselves and live another day and go to bed after we pray. as we judge and condemn and smile and then we judge and condemn again and we smile and again we smile with our family with our friends. as the light offers ever new glimpses of the same familiar places and ever new plays on the same familiar faces as we see we see again and what we see we remark for its beauty as it is remarkable. and when the sun goes down soft yellow or new white lights illuminate our little private corners and spaces. in rooms in houses in woods do not go so deep anymore or do they. as we feel we feel stronger and better more encouraged as we feel we feel lost in our feeling or scared in our rooms in our homes in the not so deep so darkened woods. we pull the blankets closer. i will hold you really tight as you hold me really tight i will hold on to you and tell you i love you in a whisper and mean it. you will say nothing as we fall asleep this way as a trace of yellow light fogs up the hallway. you left the light on for me because you know my nightmares are less vicious in less than replete darkness. for whatever reason it does not matter. i set the coffee grounds in the maker and set the timer to brew the coffee at dawn for you. i may not wake when you do but if i do you may be certain i will arise to kiss and say goodbye to you.