Take me

It’s only when I’m a bundle of nervesthat I laugh with my heart’s contentand worry, like I’m stuck in some past… somewhere in between mixed realities…the sweet surrender of colors that mimic the faint tints of my heartand echoes of music where the source can’t be foundThese moments twirl me back into a teenagerwhose eyesContinue reading “Take me”

Charles Bukowski — The Vale of Soul-Making

writing has been my fountain of youth my whore, my love, my gamble. The gods have spoiled me. — Charles Bukowski, from “only one Cervantes,” The Last Night of the Earth Poems. (Ecco May 31, 2002 via Charles Bukowski — The Vale of Soul-Making

The hazy blue world in Europe

She was a blonde high-school classmate who wanted to become a missionary one day. On the bus ride home, she told me about a time when someone she knew got into a car accident and almost became decapitated, or was decapitated. I eventually learned what that meant. Those days were cold and grey from whatContinue reading “The hazy blue world in Europe”