October 2012
1 post
June 2012
4 posts
friday night at cafe dang
the fire breather shared a drink
with me at the traveling
bar illegally parked in the lot
of the stater brothers supermarket
at the edge of little saigon.
i wanted to sing
but don’t have a voice,
i wanted to dance
but i have no legs, as you
can see, said he.
what’s the secret to your skill?
i asked. he swallowed a shot
rolled off
his chair and stared at the face
of the...
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jeffreyalan:
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to…
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some of the noise
i remember when it was still easy
to believe in something i couldn’t see
because i knew the secret
was to trust the feeling,
to let go of the whispered
words in my head and sink
into the silver lined copper tub
of my dreams.
watch out for the debris
racing at different
paces in orbit around
my brain,
those single searing thoughts
and images that
by themselves carry the force
of 15...
April 2012
2 posts
March 2012
11 posts
She pinches it and packs it in the bowl.
It sparkles like when the sun laughs across a morning field.
“Howdy.”
– she says.
“What a big room.”
– the man with the mask says.
“What’s your name?”
– she asks him.
The man says he's cold.
She sits him down on the edge of the bed and wraps her blanket around him.
February 2012
3 posts
“What’s your name…I mean, do you even have a name?”
– she asks.
“Duh I have a name, how else would I be here? Can’t exist without a name....”
– he says.
But check out this cool car I'm seeing in my mind,... →
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