A twilight focus.

I can always feel the shifts.

The 8 of Wands

on the 8th day

of the 8th month,

for 27 years.

Did I mention my lucky number is 8?


Dear Friend


I don’t talk to you anymore.

I still get your songs stuck in my head sometimes.

For me,

We’re still above the bar

smoking Camel Blue’s

taking gravity bongs in honor of it all.

Let it live


entangled in the carpet

or yellow on the walls.

I still see sunrise smoke rings hovering above

and think of you.


There’s a nice sea breeze

in the middle of the city.

I haven’t seen a seagull in 3 days,

but I found my seashell necklace.

I thought I lost it in 2013.

My hair is blue now

It looks dreamy, dreamy, dreamy

If you run your fingers through it

you will find starfish


and rough sand.

You can take the mermaid out of the ocean,

but you can’t take the ocean out of the mermaid.


I was thinking about the Midwest.

White, orange, and black cars.

The color of the craft,

our New Year

Spotted on the first day of Summer.

Sometimes fresh starts aren’t always so fresh.

Sometimes they are hot and burning off scorching concrete.

Sometimes they are born on Midnight in the suburbs of Connecticut.