Category Archives: California

Books and Cigarettes by Andrea Davies

Roman gets my phone number off an application for employment at the West Portal Bookshop in San Francisco. I imagine him taking my application off the stack and going to stand outside in the grey with his ankle showing tight … Continue reading

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Book Review of Sorts: Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris (#1)

David Sedaris is not for everyone. In fact, I would go as far as to say he is not for you. He may be a bit crude for your taste, Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls ends with  three words: ‘licks his … Continue reading

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Trimming: Finding Pleasure Triggers in the Fine-Tuning

I much prefer the fine-tuning the trimming of my mostly leather-hard clay pots Even glazing, after first fire bisque, excites me more Than dirty fingers slipping over lopsided lumps of clay Spinning pot after horribly deformed pot only to find … Continue reading

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A Strawberries’ Poem

Open windows, winding rode. Z: Yum. J: I’m going to eat all of them. Boys in the backseat playing jell-o, moving with the car to and fro. Aunty A: What is it that you like so much about strawberries? Fields … Continue reading

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Hips Lips Palms Pushing

One. Blue. The blue of your sheets when you’re looking up at me.                                         Longing for the feel of your hand interlaced … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Francisco

Bitter espresso Warm sun Soothing clear water in a tall clean glass Jasmine making its way up lattice this side of the café patio Good music, something Latina, something with a strong beat People ever so interesting to look at … Continue reading

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Today

I thought I heard my father’s voice. It caught the air in my throat and turned solid, an unnamed ball there formed. I had to release the thing: before I choked. It was not my dad, and I don’t even … Continue reading

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