The road map you don’t know you’re following

I left Derynne’s this morning before her or the kids were up.  Everything in my blood was curling towards the sea, and it was painful driving in the direction of the blue balm on the horizon with that only-in-the-morning-is-it-this-color sheen.  Catalina was painted over in pink.  It was hard to leave because that’s where my…

Precious, near.

Poetry days come by surprise but often end the same way.  How much do I want to spend, $5 to $20, the spots line both sides of PCH from North to South Laguna, half price plates and gourmet apps 3 to 6 sometimes late as 7.  I wanted to go to Starfish and showered after…

And this, this is Solstice

In the middle of the night we think daring thoughts, unless mind-dulled and fraught from darktime bedtime haunts we have learned to numb.  It was past 1 am at the Tavern and this place is basement punkrunk as HB or Long Beach ever was or could hope to be.  Randolph was on the drums and…

Dream of back then

In Newport I sleep in Beth’s basement which is actually her garage, which has no electric and no heat.  The sleeping bag is arctic and keeps me warm and the couch down there is the one I slept so well on the fall I came up from Humboldt for Thanksgiving.  So I look forward to…

Oregon, on the edge

I woke up wanting to write, which is the effect of Oregon grey on me.   It sits on my skin with the whale spit in the fog, stirs my blood with long armed wrinkled fists of driftwood splayed out on a frothing coast.  All I knew when I flew in to Portland was physical: my…

Goodnight

Goodnight I say to the owner.  Goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight goodnight goodnight.  First it is me, then him back to me in his accent that I am sure is Telugu not Hindi, but what do I know I’ve never been to India, then it is the Persian man then the white lady folding the comforter, the…

Mad-eyed September Tribe

Something about September– There’s something about September, that’s what’s in my head, in my body, what my experience is saying to me.   But wait Kel, it’s not September, it’s October, the second week in fact, so really that waft of sensual that grabs me from behind and muscles the back of my legs, that…

New Moon of October, and Jesus, etc

There was a full orchestra in my head when I woke up.  String sections of notes that part of me was still dreaming on, a dancy grin in my chest and my eyes still closed and me off out of my body somewhere, traipsing on song chords just out of reach and above my pillow….

I want to celebrate and live my life.

I drive a sorta busted car from 1989.  It’s great for sand, wet bathing suits and my surfboard.  The antenna got ripped off  in the car wash so I only get one station.  Today on the way in and yesterday leaving work, I heard the song Dynamite.  Maybe it’s no coincidence that I heard this song twice. …

So I drove to San Elijo State Beach

It was grey to the east, and hot, when I got in the car in San Clemente.  Thirty minutes in the used bookstore and I was no closer to settling my discontent then when I had left Laguna.  Plumbing from under my kitchen sink was all over my apartment floor, two workmen in and out…