“I love you to the moon and back”. What a poop phrase. cliché? It’s overdone. It’s more than extra. It is ridiculous and burnt up. (grr…ridiculous. unless you say to your baby or , i’ll give you up to toddler years because they don’t really get time and space, yet!) I mean, that’s like saying…
Category: the meaning of…nothing.
i know there’s meaning behind somethings… but there’s more meaning in nothing. please don’t leave or nod your head or roll your eyes… this is really nothing. but it has a bit meaning.
true measures
Fractions of moments and slices of life: those things are not seasonal, like lemonade in the summertime.
an apology
An apology note from an old friend made me think, what does “sorry” mean, anyway? One single word against a load of pretty bad actions. It doesn’t seem fair, but a seemingly sincere “sorry” can overpower ‘bad’ things, I guess. Maybe. Right? And, I mean, ‘bad’? What is “bad”? So, I guess it’s better to…
still life with pail and stick
Q: What did the stick say to the pail? A: Nothing. They are both incapable of communicating. They just sat there getting rusty and old. Lifeless. Unable to move on their own. Simple, inanimate objects. ppppBUT … If they had a voice, I imagine the stick would say to the pail, “Hey, you look…
Um, party of one. The art of eating alone
There’s always room for breakfast. Well, sometimes, there isn’t time for it. Breakfast can be something you look forward to. You go to bed and think, hmmm. What am I going to do tomorrow? What exciting thing am I going to come up with in the morning? Who’s going to like this or that? And what…
someplace
Sometimes, you may feel disabled, and you think you’ve chosen the wrong place. You have to remind yourself where you want to be, and you have to vocalize where you want to go. You want to visualize the road ahead. You make a plan, but it’s still too vague. Sometimes you look around and see…
champagne and french fries
Maybe you know this, or perhaps you don’t. I love champagne. I love chips. And I love fries. I love champagne with fries. That can be my dinner. And it’s how I celebrate. Celebrate anything. I kick off my shoes (or flip-flops) and pour a glass of champagne and get my salty fries. What do I…
the convenience of insanity and loneliness
The moment you hear their laughter and see their smiles love passes by at full speed. And, when they’re gone, loneliness weigh you down. Heavy and in slow motion. And with love’s circumstances, you feel numb. You hear a clock ticking. You’ll hold on to forgotten breaths. And, then melancholia intrudes. It harbors doubts. Yet, you’ll…
my very own running soundtrack
The reason I plan on running the L.A. Marathon is, well, no real reason other than peer pressure (hee) and well, it’s on Valentine’s day. Favorite day. It’s so cool that we dedicate one day for all things cheesy and hearts. And I told my family, I’m not a runner. So I will run with my…
a winter , a trail.
I am holding my breath and counting down the day,s and taking a deep breaths, and swinging on ropes and leaving berries on the ground to find my way back. For someday.
take center stage
Well, I was thinking. Nothing significant, nothing original, nothing that hasn’t been already said here and there and in other places. Should I color my hair? I mean, my gray is showing, what the hell?! but then I thought, I like gray hair, and wrinkles. But, not on me. The wrinkles, I’ll take. The gray…
lalalalala…
Primal and maternal instincts tell us to protect and love and survive. In my home, I would not take a group of people that needed help if I knew that in that group there were a couple that could cause significant harm to me or my family or my neighbors. I’m sorry, I’d turn every single one…
the thing about wine and relations
A glass of good wine will let you forgive and forget, even your worst relations. Maybe. But, sometimes, it will make you remember the good and the bad alike. It will help you lure others into your way of thinking. It will make you pouty and shed a bucket of tears when no-one thinks like or agrees with you….
Skunked wine and tribulations
Two feet from the bus stop, at a traffic light. At the corner of Laurel Canyon and Ventura Blvd. A man in a long sleeves tee-shirt. It seems like the tee used to be white at one point. He is wearing pants. Not sure what kind, all I see is filth on them. They seem…
coffee and dark sky and love at the window
Grab some coffee. And whatever else. Everyone stops and break for love. And all we dream about is love. Right? I mean, don’t you? That’s all. We daydream about love in the morning and love in the afternoon. And, love, while we make lunches. And the morning rush hour is making us curse underneath our…
your life inside simple episodes
It’s a bit mad and unreasonable, no? But, sometimes that’s how we can be. A little nutty and irrational at times. I mean to think that. Well, sometimes things that feel so powerful and, to us, are so vital, like love or being in love, and friends, and family, take up our entire life….
the elephant in the room
Does every household have an elephant in the living room? I’m sure they do. Sometimes it’s wild and pink, and other times it’s bleu and mellow. Currently, in our living room, it’s tamed and contained in a frame. Bou’s art when she was 3, and 7. She’s a doll. Each piece of art she paints…
someone’s at the (back)door.
When you have known a person for a while, and they tell you, You are their friend, and you consider that they are your friend. But, for some unexplained cryptic reason, they still refer to you as “someone” to all their other friends, well, that’s when you know, you should stop being that person’s “someone.” hee….
i love words. and there are a few magnets in the world.
And i don’t speed read. I tend to re-read and contemplate over words over and over, and over. I like to pay close attention to each sentence and hear what you’re saying and writing. I like to know what is going on in your world. Whether I read your narratives or letters or texts or…
sorry, i’m stuck in a sunrise at the moment.
And then it hits me. This is my life. Stuck in a sunrise and a coffee cup. (at least for a few seconds, anyway) It’s beautiful. I won’t impose this on you, though. Well, unless, you like sunrises. And coffee.
up and down
When you pace a room, you pace up and down a hallway, and you look back, you see all those terrible things left behind. Some things, you feel guilty about. Some things, you feel sad about. Some things, you feel weren’t taken care of properly. They are still there. All those things that make…
(six word story plus sixMORE #10) lasting love, fire alarms and boredom.
Open the curtains. It’s winter, again. Let light in. I loathe darkness. The problem is, I can’t focus. The next adventure isn’t soon enough. It’s your problem if you’re worried. your sad eyes are getting heavier. Oh, it’s more exciting this way. Short attention span is too familiar. What’s poignant? What did I say? You will talk. I’ll look away. Keep…
lalalalala…
I like to write. Sometimes I make sense to some people. Other times, and, often I don’t make sense at all. Not to me- not to you. Sometimes I come back here and wonder why I shared this and that. And I wonder, um why the hell was I thinking this way. sometimes I wrinkle my eyebrow and…
inherent truth(s) (video)
Truths. Well, they mostly hide in a glass of wine. And truths taste like wine. And maybe like rum. No, not rum. Compliments taste like rum. Just drink wine. Rum is for later.
circumstance
I heard that “the early bird gets the worm But, the second mouse gets the cheese.” So, in conclusion, there’s always a rush. And “It’s a dog eat dog world.” Or “Each man for himself.” But, then I heard that time devours everything simple, flowers, trees, love. Snails. Humans. So, in the end. It…