Monday, April 27, 2009

of the self;

one day, i'll write about everything.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

cannery row

i spent the day walking around cannery row.
thinking of that stink, that poem.
of steinbeck and mack and the boys.

it was spiritual and no one really understood.

Friday, April 3, 2009


we spent our last hours together doing what we always do.
lying down and making plans.