Seam Splits

That person you reverie into romantic kaleidoscopes about who could never be that way with you: the letters you can't send

That ex who still loves you who you could never be that way with now: the letters you can't answer

In my mind I move right to being up north again instead, coming around that particular curve by

the Henry Miller museum again, thresholding straight through, California cloaking...

Dystopian Blues

2019

National Poetry Day, 2018

It's National Poetry Day in the U.K. today, so here this Irish-Finnish American poet goes with some older, travel-based poems:

From Whatever Devil

I’m not paying
parking meters—I’m owed
time—not to mention his
furtive little flirty
message, spelled d-r-u-n-k—and
I’m pretty sure meter
maids descend
directly
from whatever devil
created neighbors.


On the Road

Being
on the road
gives me
a sense
of control.


Innkeeper's Blues

Doesn't anyone remember?
They all flee and forget,
checking their luggage at my door
Inhospitable houseguests feeding off
their newly appointed host.

Not even a postcard sent.


More poetry here at my website.

Birthday News/Factoids

a) August 25, 2018 is the 237th anniversary of the founding of the city of Los Angeles.

b) And on August 25, 1718, New Orleans was founded by French settlers and named after the Duke of Orleans.

As someone who's had epic times in these two cities, I'm happy to share a birthday with both of them.

Another One Where I Interrupt Your Regular (And Irregular) Scheduled Programming

While I've refrained from asking until this last year of underemployment, if you've enjoyed reading my blog these past 12 years (with a few off for good behavior) and are able to donate, even just enough for a cawfee, I'd appreciate it.

And thanks for reading...

Families Belong Together March, Los Angeles