May 8, 2012
Night Sounds
When I was a kid I imagined the sound of night to be wind in the branches and the beat of firefly wings.
As a teen I imagined it to be the breath of the sleeping.
Night in New York where the quiet hours were never so quiet, was always a conversation, muffled and rich.
In LA it was the tinkle and chime of a distant party.
Today, if I close my eyes after 2 or so, wherever I am, night is always full of keyboards... clicking away, endlessly, out there in the dark.
May 23, 2012
Found Poem
Found at my kid's school:
Misery by Kyle Takuru
It was a nice spring day and I was
miserable
I had nothing to do
my brother had the
ipad
my dad had the
computer
the cable was broken
my mom was texting
The day was
gone
the next day was the playdate
and I woke up on the
floor.
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