Any drinker knows how the process works: the first day you get drunk is okay, the morning after means a big head but so you can kill that easy with a few more drinks and a meal, but if you pass up the meal and go on to another night’s drunk, and wake up to…
Tag: back then
She listens to the Avetts
dancing in sunshine, happy bc finally they feel like peace
She moves on.
There are certain things I never, ever do. ~ I never write about him on here. Or, I never write about our love. ~ There’s no proof of us now. ~ Unless you know where to look. Two busted computers, saved for the hard drives. A tupperware box big as a bathtub, in a jewelry…
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…
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. …
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