Barry Bonds

We came back from camping to find that Barry Bonds had become the home-run king. Funny, the radio waves that came between the mountains forgot to tell us. I was happy not to have known.

Let children be the peace keepers.

Except for the children with guns.

They are the peace makers.

Today let's celebrate our independence. Listen to music nobody else want to hear. Eat foods nobody else likes.

Let's build up walls today, that's what the day is for. Let's build walls to keep us seperate from the others. Let's keep our minds and theories free and clear of the minds and theories of people before us and beside us and against us.

Today is the day of our independence. Today is a day to be very alone.

I remember things today. Like the feeling of floating in the water in the moonlight.

It makes me want to hear that song. Rowboat, row me to the shore.

You know what I mean.

A post!

It's been a while. But I thought I would post this picture here in case any hadnt seen it cause I think its cute.

For Love

For AC, the better maker.

We will begin where we left off, no where. The constant negation of the self for the purpose of construction. An alter being set in text and looking back at you wide eyed and bushy tailed.

Remember you didn't like me the first time you meet me. Looking back, I can't say I blame you, though you still invited me to dinner. We all pretended to be the best adults we could be; let us never speak of it again.

We are constantly mining the future for the sake of past lives. We are perhaps burnt out from the process. It's you who never says anything but knows all about it. You let everyone else talk it through while you silently work the wheels. This isn't to say you aren't as much of a pain in the ass as the rest of us.

But still, you make the place and keep quiet about it. You construct your own world out of birds nests and the things your parents couldn't do anything with, old materials that sat outside your house rotting for a hundred years before you cleaned them off and brought them inside. You named them and gave each a place on your mantel. You make the makers nervous the way you constantly watch them and figure their little tricks into the bottom of an orange purse which you may or may not own.

It isn't that I worship you. Just that if nothing else it should be said that if someone can bring nothing to your house save for their own tired ass, I advise them to keep out. I know you know what I'm thinking and that you can spell it, as well, you can also slice the red tomato and you do so for free. You planted them and watered them everyday too.

I've settled now, a different city and you and I and he and them are very far away from one another. The only thing that makes it ok is that we all know what the other is thinking and that we know that there isn't any need to worry about the other. I can't say it makes sense but that's the way it is. If you cut off the bark the tree will die.

Planted self in soil, you made new people with corn from your last dinner party, gave them names and published them as words on ironstone. I know you liked the irony of never having cared. Though between You and I, I know you do care and that it's always bugged you to get passed up. But none of that now, too busy for other things with over six million mouths to feed and me too, from time to time.

There's a good deal about you that recommends the theory of the shape shifting wife. The story of a women who steals off in the night after turning into her animal form to wander around the town and bug the late night junkies and drunks. You sing them lullaby's in you native tongue and put them to bed without fever or worry. Each morning your husband wakes up to find the sheets wet and sandy. Only the sailors know it's you out there on the rocks searching for fishes.

I have absolutely no clue how old you are today, but let it count for something that yours is one of maybe four birthdays I can remember every year. Its something if not much.

Z-

Are these our Red Sox, bunting for runs? It makes me reconsider my life. Small steps. Small steps do count.

The little things. They matter.

xo
A