night
03 Sep
high desert rain
high desert rain
that smell carried across the sands; sharp, earthy rain. as lightening danced across the mountain high clouds, i remembered. i remembered the hot blistering days, the …
14 Aug
the night sleeps
the night sleeps
no cars, no trucks on the road this time of night. it’s almost midnight and the nightbirds call across the dry leathery grass, across the …
11 Aug
at home by midnight
at home by midnight
there is something about riding public transportation i find fascinating. texas’ car culture permeated my thinking until i moved to san francisco and in that …
30 Jul
alms for the poor…
alms for the poor…
he’s often somewhere on Castro, begging for change. i’ve seen him in the tenderloin, too. he never utters a word, just holds up his plastic cup …
25 Jul
quiet grace
quiet grace
i see him from time to time on the bus or at the bus stop or walking down the street. though i have never met …
22 Jul
the teachers
the teachers
the chilled, wet morning hurried us to our destinations, the wind pushing us, pushing us so we had the excuse to not notice them; the woman …
21 Jul
it feels like distant thunder…
it feels like distant thunder…
you can hear the sound of the underground trains you know it feels like distant thunder you know there’s so many people living in this house and I …