March 12th, 2017 Bed, hair cast over the white headboard behind me in a slummish drying rack. Didn’t mean to get it so wet rinsing off suntan lotion. Blue bottom sheet, 90s leftover, health club periwinkle, crayon indigo with plenty of black, matte as 2016 lipstick. Afternoon Daylight Savings. Window less-than-robber open. Blue sky that […]

August 24th, 2016 The frito sound of leaves underfoot. The kid, leaning against her giant bear: “The third book, don’t read it unless you’re … well, you’re a grownup, so you read scary things all the time. But don’t read it unless you want to be scared.”

March 3rd, 2016 A thin Italian-comedy man with patient difficulty and ironic urbane manner opens the door while a dauschund in one hand and a coffee in the other. Inside, he holds the lid of his coffee in his teeth and adds milk to open cup. The dauschund, weightless, looks at me and others. The […]

  Tuesday, January 24th, ’17 Rain. Facing Topanga; row of cypresses up a hill ridge above street & beyond nearest trees & land are cut off by roof of Starbucks patio – a structured awning, red canvas over a black scaffold, sound. A swoop beneath them, a curve beneath them, like a scale or like […]