/blog/Bribook/?pid=p2429 [COLOR sienna][COLOR red][B]You're only happy when it rains. -- And I'm the big, dark cloud on your horizon.[/B][/COLOR][/COLOR] /blog/2900/post_10286.html?pid=p2429&m= When I died, those who knew me best, they gathered and remembered me. Intimately.Sometimes they chuckled. Often they whispered. They told stories I'd have never recalled, from viewpoints I could never Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:57:36 -0800 /blog/2900/post_10286.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_10242.html?pid=p2429&m= I have a theory about people who use any variation of the phrase, "I'm not into games" on their dating site profiles, or who say such things within the first half hour of chatting or talking, unprompt Mon, 21 Apr 2008 15:51:24 -0800 /blog/2900/post_10242.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_10183.html?pid=p2429&m= I'm biding my time. Really.I'm not looking for my first opening, but the best one, you see? The magic movie moment! I watch her eyes when she smiles, I catch that twinkle there, I almost lean in.But Tue, 15 Apr 2008 10:31:56 -0800 /blog/2900/post_10183.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_10164.html?pid=p2429&m= Has the study of sociology caught up with the internet age yet? I honestly don't know; I'm way out of that loop – but I do think it is time to look further into our use of “emoticons.&# Sun, 13 Apr 2008 14:39:48 -0800 /blog/2900/post_10164.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_10161.html?pid=p2429&m= To the eerie opening strings and rolling fog of that Lee Hazelwood/Nancy Sinatra classic “Some Velvet Morning,” I begin writing again.At the same time, I’m fielding messages at Ya Sat, 12 Apr 2008 19:52:47 -0800 /blog/2900/post_10161.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_7027.html?pid=p2429&m= I fear I'm going to ramble again.That's what happens when I want to say something, but can't decide what that should be. My best and worst writing comes from moments like this. More often, my worst. Tue, 27 Feb 2007 07:28:20 -0800 /blog/2900/post_7027.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6654.html?pid=p2429&m= Every picture tells a story. This one tells the story of ScribbleFace, the man who would be replaced. Once he had eyes that saw, a nose that sniffed and a mouth that spoke too soon. But not anymore Thu, 18 Jan 2007 10:48:27 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6654.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6353.html?pid=p2429&m= Isn't this the chair you sat in every time I came to visit?I see it here now, pushed back from the table and turned to one side. What were you thinking the last time you left it this way?Where did you Mon, 11 Dec 2006 21:13:33 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6353.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6352.html?pid=p2429&m= Where poetry turns to craft, a thing happens.Words stop running and begin marchingReluctantly, with bayonets at their backs.So as I kiss you nowFor the first, the second and then a third time,I breath Mon, 11 Dec 2006 21:05:54 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6352.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6351.html?pid=p2429&m= I take the evening walk home over snow-dusted yards and sidewalks as the cars are turning on their lights. The wind throws my white breath behind me, but I donﾕt mind. I suck in the cold till Mon, 11 Dec 2006 20:52:03 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6351.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6263.html?pid=p2429&m= I hate the Dave Matthews Band.I always have. There's just something about him, or the kind of people who love him, that gets under my skin and lays eggs. I'm sure my view of him and his music has been Sat, 02 Dec 2006 16:12:18 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6263.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6229.html?pid=p2429&m= I'm so far behind in the race to demonstrate inner beauty, I won't even run the last few laps.I don't have it in me.What do you want?Haiku about the soft scent of my lover's shoulders on a cool, rainy Tue, 28 Nov 2006 12:10:38 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6229.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6212.html?pid=p2429&m= The gaunt man wearing the sunglasses picked up the shaker of salt at his table, held it over his green beans, hesitated, and put it down again, shaking his head. Across the dining area of the restaura Sun, 26 Nov 2006 23:57:40 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6212.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6176.html?pid=p2429&m= Now I wonder, where is the summer that just passed me?I heard faraway laughter ..... then came a whoosh through the trees, and then the whole world got busy again, spinning again. There were hurrican Wed, 22 Nov 2006 23:37:23 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6176.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6151.html?pid=p2429&m= Look closely at the picture. That's me. Me, with my fake smile on. The lips pull backward, upward into a grimace that's easily mistaken for a genuine expression. But it's not. See the eyes? There's a Mon, 20 Nov 2006 16:42:07 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6151.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6135.html?pid=p2429&m= I stood in the rain outside your house, watching your door at night.I watched others walk in and out that door. I envied them. I knew I couldn’t step closer.Sometimes you saw me standing there, Sun, 19 Nov 2006 23:01:58 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6135.html?pid=p2429&m= /blog/2900/post_6072.html?pid=p2429&m= Sometimes, we say the least when we have the most to say. We walk around with heads full of ideas, chests full of emotion, hearts full of longing. We're screaming with our mouths shut.This is why I w Tue, 14 Nov 2006 02:46:58 -0800 /blog/2900/post_6072.html?pid=p2429&m=