The Line: a poem

Los Angeles burned to the groundThe Line must go upAmong the ashes, bodies foundThe Line must go upTiny plastics in my bodyThe Line must go upPrivate planes for glitteratiThe Line must go upMass extinction all around usThe Line must go upCombustion fumes still surround usThe Line must go upRecord breaking summer heatwavesThe Line must goContinue reading “The Line: a poem”

Aquaculture Conference: a poem

Walk around the trade showSmiling, nodding, shaking handsBooth by booth, banner by banner: Customized SolutionsPerfect SolutionsMarine SolutionsNationwide Design-Build SolutionsPump SolutionsOzone SolutionsTotal Piping SolutionsVeterinary SolutionsAquatic Solutions Built for LifeDesign|Equipment|SolutionsQuality Resin SolutionsFlow Control SolutionsIntelligent Blower and Compression SolutionsEfficient, Sustainable Air SolutionsBuilt on PROVEN SolutionsCustom Aquatic and Hydroponic Cooling and Heating Solutions

Drive Home from a Wedding: a poem

Torrential downpour thrashing I-5No music on, just try to surviveVision skewed by splashing rainIt’s all I can do to stay in my lane I’ve never driven so slow and cautiousSimmering hangover making me nauseousCountdown the miles to my destinationPray to God, a silent negotiation

Little Gift: a poem

Why must I treat a little gift as such a burden?Pocket-sized notebook sitting on the shelf I picture my brother, wandering a storeSpotting itCarrying itBuying itWrapping itGiving itThinking of me the whole time And how do I thank him?By using it as a dust collectorBetter start writin!

~4.5 Billion Years: a poem

I make the grass growI make the wind blowI paint the sky with colored rainbowsI mark the ground with people’s shadows I bring you the dawnAnd leave you the nightYou wanted to seeSo I gave you some light I help you grow foodI help out your moodI make your skin feel nice and warmI wasContinue reading “~4.5 Billion Years: a poem”

Just Emigrated: a poem

Need a bank account to get paidNeed a tax number to get taxedNeed a job to get a tax numberTax office needs a start date to give me a tax numberJob needs my tax number before they’ll give me a start date Uh-oh! Bank account will close soon with no tax numberWho on God’s greenContinue reading “Just Emigrated: a poem”

Productivity: a poem

Permanently pursuing productivityPainfully punishing pausesWait, why would we want worth woundup with work? Security? Safety? Sensibility? Constantly creating contentCulling creative conviction Take a break for just one secondAh, isn’t this nice?