I’m sure there is more than one reason, but in my last two solo years, I have been hard-pressed to identify a solid reason to share life with an intimate partner. Until earlier this week. I was in the shower doing what one does. In the process of soaping myself up, I felt what seemed…
Category: just me
2 Years & Cookies
Today marks my 2-year anniversary of moving into my awesome downtown apartment. Crazy to think about that passage of time – how I’ve become more myself (I think), how I’ve lost a bit of weight, how I’ve become (maybe too) comfortable on my own, how my family unit has shifted, and how I can sit…
Walking Weekend in San Diego
I haven’t been in my car since I got home from work on Friday afternoon. I love weekends like this. I slept in (for me) on Saturday, getting up a little after 8 am. I got dressed and went to my favorite French cafe where I worked on poems and a little work. I stayed…
Vacation – days 9 & 10: Edinburgh => Dublin => Los Angeles => San Diego
Woke up fairly early but had gotten some good sleep. Used the morning hour to write the blog for day 8. Got my bag together. I went into Barbara’s room for a tearful (on my part, she was still half asleep) goodbye. It has been so wonderful traveling with her, and I’m really going to…
Vacation – day 2: Edinburgh
After a solid 8 1/2 hours sleep (with only a couple wake-ups not knowing where I was at first), I was ready to take on Edinburgh. But first I took advantage of the free breakfast I got with my room here. I opted for some of what they offered in their buffet: scrambled eggs, a…
Vacation – day 1: LAX => London => Edinburgh
I am certain I’ve written about this concept before but international travel = time travel. I got on a plane in Los Angeles at 3:30 pm on Saturday, April 28. Technically 24 hours later, I was strolling through the streets of Edinburgh. But was it 24 hours? The flight to London was 10 hours, then…
NPM – 19 of 30
Teddy I reach for him almost every night a relic from my childhood he’s never left my side with an unimaginative name and nothing really cuddly about him he is still my comfort when I was little and had amassed a menagerie of stuffed animals a coven of dolls my mother thought of an idea…
NPM – 13 of 30
Lost Ideas droplets seeds dust flakes grains cells pinpoints petals blades shards scraps bits slivers morsels crumbs specks splinters atoms dabs touches blink and they’re gone
NPM – 2 of 30
Lung Point I discovered a bruise about a month ago when I pulled my shirt off at the end of the day I was surprised when I saw it by its darkness, by its shape – a narrow horizontal oval on my upper left bicep I touched it, but there was no pain I thought back…
NPM – 30 of 30
So I’ll admit that I’m fudging a little bit here. I wrote something new last night, and I thought I would post it here. But I’m not quite ready to have it be seen. So I’m going to post this other piece I wrote in New Mexico. It’s an ‘identity’ poem where you consider memories…
