Three Drinks

Apparently after three drinks is the right time to write. I’m not sure this is true. Right now, I am in that space, because I’m with friends who are going to a concert. And so far I have discovered that my triceps are awesome, I like doing slant pushups and feel open to sharing that with people after drink number 2.5. Also, I like red lipstick more right now and I think everything is funnier.

I don’t think this has improved my writing. Especially since I almost just misspelled that word — “writing,” which is what I’m doing.

And, my friend Sam wants to make it known that the porn industry is not susceptible to recessions.

It’s like chocolate. Apparently.

St. Andrews is pretty when the sun shines. SEA!

Blue Tide

Life unravels slow
like the blue tide receding
imperceptible

until on turning
first away and back again
change is dramatic

tides

Walking Into St. Andrews

It doesn't look as cold as it was

St. Andrews

Sky

Sea

Swans

Up

Apparently I am obsessed with the sky

 

I am learning

while writing an essay

that I have only room and patience

to think about stars

and clouds

and blue or grey or black expanses

 

Before I wondered why I climb

on roofs and into trees

why I stand gawking up

after trips when I should be tired

barely able to walk

let alone look for so long

 

But I am obsessed with the underside

of the universe

the potential for the magnificently sized

 

I can become lost at sea or in the mountains

but I would rather be lost in the sky.