This evening felt like childhood and church and Bacchanalia.
I do not try to resolve the contradictions
Inclusivity
Mexican Standoff
To celebrate a windfall, Greb invites you to meet him at the Caffe Boho, where he informs you of his intent to blow the money on a month in Mexico.
Thoughts on the California Drought
sitting here feeling like a used car
one part after the other failing me
the aroma of fresh brewing coffee
wakes my brain cells
Just Checking
Probably for the fifth time during the night I check my phone. I haven’t got up to check. I steal a look only because I’ve got up.
Urban Longing (Sonnet)
To be born in a paradise of green
Rich crops in fields protected by scarecrows
Amidst trees, flowers and endless hedgerows
Below hilltops that overlook the scene
Stretching far across an idyllic dream.
Is to know, that urban longing follows
To escape from rural woodland hollows
Towards the big city’s magnetic gleam.
Yesterday in Istanbul
Normally, getting out of bed in the morning feels like oppression. Sleep beckons, I go and earn wages, and the news is filled with political lies and reports of casualties from bombings. Men make me feel objectified and my clothes don’t fit right, but yesterday, something strange happened.