The moon touches gently
my eyes through the tree branches.
Her glow lights my way.
January 8, 2012
January 4, 2012
Poi Dog Haiku - my roommate’s cat
fur, skin, bones, and things
this gray pet sleeps on my lap
watch her dream of mice
January 1, 2012
January 1, 2012
August 28, 2011
August 28, 2011
August 27
This morning, yoga class, target, home, bevmo and trader joes with saul, hung out with mikah, roommates sister.
9:35 at home, strumming on Leilani da Ukulele. Reminiscing while waiting to go to a house party with the roommate
August 25, 2011
learning curve
Lovers will always be scorned,
childhood always scarred.
What is important is to learn
how to heal after being broken.
Art heals. Music heals. Words heal.
There is healing in so many places.
Find them.
Remember to feel the sun and look at the sky
when you step out of the door.
If it is cloudy, feel the cool air wrap around your skin.
Feel the ground under your feet
then remember that it is curved
April 23, 2011
March 30, 2011
