Swept Away

Leaving tomorrow for the North Shore of Oahu with my boyfriend.
That's right, I'm going on a well deserved holiday.





Beautiful, isn't it?

The Misfit

It's true what they say: a good man is hard to find.

Will an act of inclusion ultimately prove to be the final nail? No one wants to end up like Flannery's grandmother. Lip service with an added gratuity... I understand the quest for authentication, verification, rationality. I want to be a better man. I dress for the trip I never wanted to take. I pack up the cat and forget where I am. The seasons blur into daze and "it's just how I am" becomes a mantra.

Is it easier to believe in false prophets and go down with the ship? Easier than what? The journey begins when we lose our itinerary. Consider me lost, color me Warhol and call it a day.

I'm just tired, baby. That's all.
I'm glad I found you. It was no accident.
Be careful with the recoil and I'll mind the punchlines.

Wide awake and open wide.
This is how the world begins.
Storied, languid, beyond reproach-
Thick as thieves we shed our skins.

Sleeping Beauty and The Beast

Ordinarily, I like to open with a dramatic line. Something along the lines of: "Don't hand me a Temazepam and tell me everything is gonna be all right!" Which, of course, I actually said to someone recently and it makes me wonder.

I wonder a lot, lately, with things being so wonderful and all. Isn't life grand? When I feel like I've thought of an appropriately shocking and beguiling line to describe what I am going through, I'll be back. Until then, I'm afraid all we are left with is a case of Sleeping Beauty and The Beast syndrome. What, I ask, does a kiss awaken?