Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Dig in

If you look hard enough
you can often
find things that aren't there.

November PAD #19 - suspicious minds

Whenever we walk

through San Francisco streets
or bump and bumble
down Chinatown allies,

my inability
to walk a straight line
becomes ever so clear.

I trip over my own
feet or zig-zag down
the sidewalk pushing you

into parking meters
and piles of poop.
Thanks for standing by me.

November PAD #21 - whenever (blank)

Your mom's an Asian fruit

We giggle in grocery aisles
bantering back and forth like
14-year-old boys.

Durian, dates and double entendres
are our weapons of choice --
lobbed at each other

like melons, clumsy and graceless
and exploding awkwardly on impact
. . . that's what she said.

November PAD #22 - fruit

Kerouac Alley

On the road
through San Francisco
I think of
Jack and Neal
and the adventures
we choose for
our own lives
and those we
share them with.

November PAD #23 - travel

Sunday, November 20, 2011


He's grown, it seems,
in the few days that
he's been gone. They
do that a lot at 15.

He smiles and leans
against me so I can
nuzzle him like a little
boy. "I missed you."

November PAD #20 - best ever

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


You should have stopped talking
five minutes ago.
I get the point already.

November PAD #12 - excess

The kindest gesture

You overreacted.
We both know it's true.
But I let it pass.
I've done it too.

November PAD #13 - a kind poem

A cold front

The frozen food aisle beckons,
promising ice cream
and bliss in a box.

November PAD #14 - deadly and dangerous


We laugh like
kindergartners exploring the
playground as pirates,
seeing the world
more clearly with
eye patches in
place than with
the grown-up glasses
that we wear

November PAD #15 - love

Thursday, November 3, 2011


“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."
- Rumi

It's not as if there was some gaping hole,
like an intestine spilling through a flesh wound,
before you walked into my life.

But when you appeared

it's as if you'd always been in my innards,
the guts stuffed inside me that I never thought twice about,
without me knowing it.


I stand in the hallway
and see the
mountain of boxes, the containers

of a life that I
wish I didn't
have to unpack just yet

November PAD - Day 1 - procrastination

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