Cites at night

The computer keyboard looks like cities from a plane at night while reflecting against a mirror in the dark

जूनकिरी, junekiri, June bug, lightning bug, firefly

I really don’t care

How do I make myself care more, just how?  

When I pissed myself in China

No, it’s not something that I’m proud of; it never is, but some moments are so effing awkward, traumatic, yet thrilling that I have to write about it. The smell of sweat when you’re traveling alone for two straight days; running about here and there, trying to figure shit out while you follow rules less

Lowlands that stay flat

Lowlands that stay flat and go nowhere Fields of yellow grain that flood with shallow, sparkling waters Feelings that linger, barely touching Dreams, like transparent images Inconceivable echos surround And I just cannot Seem to exist in your world

Vegetable seller

When I was a kid, I reclined near the balcony door under the sunlight and overheard the veggie seller shout out vegetables he was selling for the day. Such a lively thing it was; the crows were crowing… the birds were chirping, dogs barking, music playing, people talking, cars honking, kids yelling, bells ringing, whistles

Zoning out as usual

After almost 24 hrs without sleep in LA and a day of walking around in China, I’m just as is near the himalayas. Dusty roads and birds chirping around me mid daylight, but I’m just lying in bed inside. Staring at the cracked ceiling Filled with love.    

Can’t go to sleep

Alright, let’s do some midnight yoga …or draw ourselves doing midnight yoga  

I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verse

Baked skin and olive green

Soak it all in, and trap it Before the sun disappears for the next six months in this desperate place

Hey, it’s okay… no one really gives

You may think your problems are so big and life consuming, but it’s really not. It’s actually… well… sort of laughable. I mean, the bees don’t care; they’re out there buzzing around with their little wings. The wimpy little cloud glides by casually like a cool snail across the clear blue skies. The cicada is

Shorts, bare thighs, summertime

Kicking rocks for no reason

I remember when I had an epiphany that I would ultimately forget again. It was during one of my first jobs in an office as a collage student. That job was where I had gotten a taste of the adult working world. There was a creepy mathematics dude who used to always stop by my

Care to draw

You only feel like drawing again when you’re feeling somewhat ok inside

Mulberries by the road

Nature’s free gift of the north

What an OK day worth remembering

Took a day off work on Friday just because. Woke up, drank water, had an easy summer morning walk, ate fruity breakfast, relaxed, ate lunch, napped, chilled, then bicycled. Woke up well rested on Saturday while it was still morning and as the amazing sun was rising. Drank water, ate fruity breakfast, relaxed. Went on

Entering a flower

A smiling woman wearing a magenta dress-suit, which resembles that of an air-hostess, stands next to a big rose and repeats an announcement. She informs the public that tickets are going on sale for a rose tour. People form a long line and stick their heads out to take a peak at the massive rose

Prostitute

He saw her standing around in the middle of the road. She seemed disconnected and out of place. She hair was dirty, matted, and unkempt. She had scars over her dark skin. Her fabric of clothing, a saree, was dirty and had holes in it. She was really no different from any other young beggars

Bulb of a tree branch that’s gonna open very soon in spring

Short jean shorts with a vibrant patchwork

I see a stack of short jean shorts and that same feeling comes back. Yellow dandelions blossoming on green hills. The springing of summer. That long lost feeling of looking forward to something; of changing into a young woman from a preteen. The start of a new life filled with sunshine and warm weather. In

I Wish I were an ant

They’re always on a mission, hanging out with each other, having a purpose and all.

I wouldn’t mind everyday

I wouldn’t mind if every day I had to get up to do work; which would be to rehearse some type of classical instrument with others in a sort of musical ensemble.

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.

What do you find meaning in?

For the longest time it’s been banana trees, coconut trees, marigolds, lotuses, cotton, sugar canes, Bees Ants Sunshine Warm rain Clay Bamboo Pigeons and sparrows

Plan C

Plan C is to quit work, live in a rainy tropical jungle, and sleep under a banana leaf