South of Chinatown, east of the homeless
Somewhere in my mind. A snicker's bar wrapper, floating on a busy street on Market and 5th. A cloud floating at no speed... saying F__ You... I will take my time if it takes all day and night. A star in that massive galaxy you are gazing at... that just winked at you.
3,128 words in 15 moments in 3 cities since August 7th, 2014
San francisco — I can’t hold my breath too long. My instructor says I don’t use my legs correctly, I almost power strictly from my arms— and definitely when I kick off the wall when jumping in. At least I jumped in,...
San francisco — I woke up at 3:32am— by little jolts, rumbling… it was hard to describe. It wasn’t your usual nauseous rolling type. Not even your 15 minute electric massage bed. Just a little shake, like mother n...
San francisco — I wasn’t much for sleep. In fact I write this morsel close to 2am in the morning. When I was just 6, I would lay in bed— and if I had another set of legs— I’d be running in circles like a dog. I wan...
We can't be Superman everyday. Why Clark Kent exists.
writers... write. Readers... dream they are writers
Beauty
Walking down 5th Avenue on your Easter parade.. turns into Selfies
My heart... in San Francisco...
snow.. rain... stay awhile
The Call of the Wild...
Imagine...
Someone showed me a picture taken on 9-10-2001...
I wasn't much for sleep.
September, the speed bump- it's free falling the rest of the year.
not the quake of the moment... numbered 6.0, but the sound that scared me
It's been 24 hours and I haven't written a sentence or two. My hair is nappy because I've hid under a pillow and haven't done that right either.
My grandson Huck. Will I tell him about Santa Claus? Will I carve a pumpkin and cut out a razor haired black cat?
I write like I swim. I can't go far.