I wasn’t young

I wasn’t equipped for this

she wrote

but how would man put it? who knows? best get drunk!?

my brain says to no one in particular

And yet, I wouldn’t say I’m persisting, to borrow a slogan made hashtag made hollow because what is that supposed to mean anyway?

She persisted at a futile venture because she was a stubborn gal or a complete moron. She persisted only to find there’s no prize at the end for persisting. Perhaps the most irksome is persisted against what? Being a second class citizen? Nothing new there. Being held down and kept back? Again, our grandmothers and their grandmothers endured this. We persist through the same old same old bullshit?

No, I don’t want to persist for the sake of persisting.

But to conquer, to vanquish, to re-make into better

The voice says egging on the most relentless hopes and dreams that the world could be anything other than what it is right now.

She thrived. She hired people and paid them well. They created something people needed and could use to make their lives better without destroying their habitat aka earth. She made something that sustained people and gave them the ability to improve their lives and the lives of others.

And they said that it was good

The voice has a vicious wit.

Here, the winds pick up 

And the back of your neck 


in the chill 

moving east



the beauty 



I fall in love 

each time 

the same notes

a falling over 

and then 


How upon us

To reflect 

No regrets

The Piano waits

As the horn

lilts away 
Just out of reach 

Your ships

leaving harbor 

The smell of smoke

Ashes to Ashes

We all fall down

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Deadliest Fires

Some say the world will end in fire

Some say ice

Don’t wait til too late

Flame Thrown

Returning Home

returning home after a wildfire

she seemed so resolute

in her opinion that this

could not have happened

Just one week into her


It was time

for her

time to reconnoiter

time to reflect

And then.

This happened.

And then, this happened.

The ash remains

The memory charred

Nothing but soot left

The blackened hand has

declared your collected lives



only to be told


Where are we burning?

June 12, 2017

at 05:12PM

And if that weren’t enough, there’s the 3.5 earthquake