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.jpg

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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