Pantoum

Fool that I am, I just can't let go--
I sit here, phone pressed against my ear,
listening to your voice again and again,
remembering the deep sadness of your eyes.

I sit here, phone pressed against my ear,
wishing to rectify things beyond my control,
remembering the deep sadness of your eyes
and how I was starting to fall in love with you ( Read more... )

Can I call myself a writer yet? I mean, I seriously wrote a book, didn't I? I still can't believe it... I finally finished the motherfucker. (And I can tell you with 100% certainty I'm not gonna swallow my words this time either... major rewrites are done. Any comments I get, well, that's final touches level, as far as I'm concerned...)

So I'm now ( Read more... )

I've been misnumbering my posts in the 400's (instead of the 500's) since January... XD Also trying to update my profile information, as I haven't since 2006...:-x ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem once called "Mondays"--one of those throwaway poems that don't end up going anywhere, that I mostly do to remind myself I don't suck--but yesterday was nothing like that poem. Except for maybe the bright sun. *inspects one shoulder, redder than the other ( Read more... )

So, I had a moment of extreme depression in the library bathroom at the Hayward campus. Seriously seedy dude... so I got the hell outta dodge, so to speak.

Hayward, I have to say, is much like that campus of CSU East Bay: you got roads meandering up into the hills bein' all boonie-licious (I think I almost got lynched by some hicks before I turned ( Read more... )

Well, the test went... alright. Not as bad as feared, slightly better than expected. I bombed anything having to do with graphs, equations more complicated than simple algebra/geometry, etc. But there were a surprising number of ones I didn't have to guess on...haha ( Read more... )

So I can take this frickin' math test and register for classes! Oh, and Monday I need to go to ARC and get my transcripts for the ONE class I took there forwarded.. and I guess Sac State needs a more official high school transcript than the one I gave them, so I need to stop by Choices while I'm out that way too (will prolly hit St. Vincent de Paul ( Read more... )

"Images Seen Through a Passing Car Window". 31 poems. 80 pages. 6000 words. Four years of work. Finally FINISHED.

Who wants to read it?

(And yes, Butterfly Boucher is officially the soundtrack for this book...)

So, when I woke up, decided "Perspective" needed a slight rehauling--relining (shorter lines) and a new, better ending. Even bigger reconstructing going on with "Suburban Music" which more closely resembles what I wanted in the first place. Similar things happening with section IV. on the title poem ("Images Seen Through a Passing Car Window") to ( Read more... )

--that even when I wake up in the morning sometimes, I'm up 24 hours and I get back to the waking up at midnight thing, lol ( Read more... )