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ME sandwiched between some beautiful people <3

Forgive the despot of our heart's asking-
questions flower, orchid of newer
thoughts reaching
to entwine the night abounding
--
As if your soul were a question;
that cool, risking eternity.
--
Life and death, our rose entwined
each question or birth,
a tran-substantiated love.
I listen with the lavender petals as
the wind hurls patent kisses
and the evening dreams again of your
patience.

Spring
1995
Revised
1/4/2010

Cold star-
light seems
brighter
than Angels>
In all
anticipation
[again]
Of memories
bright visage/
The New
Year
returns like
a forgotten
poem.

1/1/2010

Happy birthday to me :)

December 30, raining, happy. Just popping in to quickly mention that I am, indeed, alive but won’t be back until about a week into the next year. I’ve been tasked with a new project that’s taking up, literally, all my time. However, I do dig the new year’s eve symbolism and  plan to greet 2010 with a small group of friends, watching movies, drinking champagne, eating fondue, and being fahbulous. How about you?

And so I don’t leave empty-handed: pictures from wandering on Grand Avenue after a visit to MOCA’s First Thirty Years exhibit. To me, these capture the Los Angeles winter mood fairly well.

And a bunch from a visit to mine and Ales’ friend, Matt Levin. Matt is an artist and you should check out his stuff here. He has prints for sale here – I have one and it’s pretty damn epic. One of Matt’s sculptures:

And now I go, leaving you with the photos after the jump.

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Candle glow,
this old
year darkens
its end.
The cold sky
weeps,
pale blue
into silver.
First
stars
may tremble
still
beyond my
window/
Almost frozen
above black
branches,
last Autumn's
remnants.

12/28/2009