honey, i want you

poetry, writing, coffee shop, london, memories, old loves, bob dylan, life changes, growing up, love, learning, exploring, relationships, daydreams, writer, little poems

i used to write poetry all of the time. it’s a rare occasion these days but when i do, it’s because i don’t have a choice – something is going on in my mind or i’m listening to music and … Continue reading

“the outsider” by h. p. lovecraft

the outsider, h p lovecraft, short stories, horror, keats, warrior-guests, literature, howard phillips lovecraft

  Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon … Continue reading

the sex lives of cannibals

fish bones, fish for dinner, dead fish, beautiful fish pattern, lovely fish bones, bone art, the sex lives of cannibals, death, angry fish, pretty pattern

i was kindly recommended to read “the sex lives of cannibals: adrift in the equatorial pacific” by a girl that i work with. i know what you are thinking and no… the aforementioned “sex life” of any manner of cannibal is … Continue reading

matthias, my first love. remembering redwall.

redwall, brian jacques, badger illustration, redwall character, the great redwall feast

“Brian Jacques, author of Redwall (1987) and some 20 sequels, died at the age of 71 on Sat., Feb. 5, 2011. His books have sold in the tens of millions and have touched adventure-loving kids all over the world. His … Continue reading

and so, i celebrated

celebration, pretty colors, quick movements, iPhone, lovely, new year, joy

there came a moment last night while i was pleading with 2014 to arrive more quickly when i glanced around and imagined what i would be doing elsewhere. as in, london. or los angeles. or new york. or anywhere, really, with a stronger sense of … Continue reading

beautiful thoughts, golden people

remington typewriter poetry, christopher poindexter

i can’t always find the words that i want so badly to write. today has been frustrating in that way. i yearn for those moments of intense concentration and perfect setting, when the inspiration a topic provides is enough to … Continue reading

a fool to become a writer – “boy”

while in amsterdam this past weekend, i was able to spend a half an hour – not nearly enough time – at the waterlooplein market. it’s a very edgy market, jam-packed with army gear / boots / jackets, bizarre piles … Continue reading