Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
islands remain intact two weeks after the earth shook
Scandinavian women discuss American politics in fluorescent light
maybe Hawaii has too much light
but the days are short
my birthday gets shorter as my life gets longer
29 years and people wish me well
it is not my accomplishment
I give them my mother’s phone number
she deserves the plaudits
I am just a product
a continuation of evolution
a solution to a practical problem
a manner in which fore-limbs can be freed
can build tools
can find answers
my birthday last year featured an Irish pub in Honolulu and a technical writer from Kentucky
my 22nd birthday featured an Irish pub in Bolton and a computer programmer from Holland
the cake was like a brick
hurled through a window
into my world
my world then and my world now share no windows
passed back and forth between winters
theorists and experimentalists
life and something just like it
emotions and sensations
one is physical
for all of my studies I never took a physics class
never saw a true demonstration of gravity
I thought Dr. Holt had gravitas
until I saw him get drunk and try to pick up a 17 year old girl
what else can one expect from a man named after the Greek god of wine and fertility
Neruda was responsible for MSN’s quote of the day
I will never share this honor with him
but I hope to share a glass of Chilean wine with my companion
her eyes may be the color of love,
or the color of Hawaiian beaches
and her body is not far away
she is closer to me than Neruda
or his mermaid
will ever be
Monday, February 26, 2007
gray squirrel ran across the walking path on the north side of Kensington Palace Gardens
I looked at his fat hind legs
swaths of brown fur mixed in with the gray
I never much noticed squirrels growing up
they were everywhere
I never bothered them
they never bothered me
It is odd living on an island in the south Pacific
eighty degrees the whole year through
sunny the whole year through
devoid of squirrels the whole year through
living on an island in the south Pacific has made me appreciate
fifty degree day
an island in the north Atlantic
and a fat
June 1, 2006
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
As most of you know, I am a follower of football (soccer), and the club I support is the Bolton Wanderers. Important match this weekend against Tottenham for the Trotters, and I must admit that I am rather pessimistic about our chances of getting a result. If we do get three points though, we will keep the pressure on Arsenal, and to some extent Liverpool, as we still remain within striking distance of those clubs for the ever more prolific fourth spot in the table.
That's all for now, but check back next week, depending on how the match goes, I may have quite a bit to say about events at White Hart Lane over the weekend.
She was leaning over the wash basin, brushing her short brown hair. She had her trousers on. I admired the arse, remembering it from hours before. She doesn’t know I’m awake, watching her through one eye. She finishes, and gathers her kit from the floor. I close my eye, sensing she is about to look at me.
When I look again she has a white jumper on, but no bra. I know this because I can still feel it next to my leg. I wonder if she’ll get it before she leaves. Will it hold sentimental value for her? Will she tell her mates? “This is the bra I almost left behind in the hostel in London where I shagged the American whose name I didn’t know, then left before he woke up. Almost left the bra wrapped around his right knee. It was quite dear though, and I would have been gutted to lose it.” Then they’ll giggle, tell stories of similar encounters and brush each other’s hair.
She’s back at the wash basin, trying to get her hair sorted. Her arse is sorted. Round like an apple. I wonder if she’ll be back here again tonight. I don’t know her face, it was dark, but I could pick that arse out of a line-up. Testify against her in front of the magistrates if I needed to.
My eyes were closed when the door slammed. I reckon she’s coming back. She left the bra.
20 December, 1999
Thursday, February 22, 2007
The administration is trying to claim that the impending withdrawal of British troops is a positive development which reflects the improving situation in Iraq. Yet they neglect to mention that 1,700 departing British soldiers will be replaced by 21,000 American soldiers, most of them embarking upon their third or fourth tour of duty in this particular war zone.
How has this president not been impeached? They don't even attempt to tell the truth anymore.
Hawaii just needs to secede from the United States. It was illegally annexed anyway, so secession shouldn't be a problem. Most Americans seem to think it is a different country already, so there would be no public outcry. Somebody should at least do some research into this.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Other than that, have a good weekend.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
I haven't written anything this week, but I hope to post some fiction and/or poetry relatively frequently.
Don't move backwards. In life, progress is paramount.