Brooke Waggoner, At Last!

“Points of light / Shootin’ through the tree-stained vines / It draws me in / To catch a fistful of wind and chime / But all day long I heal for the honey / Waitin’ for the one I love.”
-”Heal for Honey” (Brooke Waggoner, Heal for the Honey, 2008)
I remember when I first heard Brooke [...]

Street Musicians

I have a soft spot for street musicians… When I pass them by, no matter how much they suck or are terribly inept at their instrument(s), I am always tempted to give them a little spare change. Typically, people’s weaknesses do not the enter the realm of minstrels and music-making flaneurs, but mine do. I [...]

Northern Ireland Day 3: Bumming, Beauty, Belfast, and Blues – 5/29/08

Thursday morning , I went with Amanda to the office.

I read Neruda (Veinte poemas de amor y una cancion desesperada) and wrote in my black book while Amanda and Cheryl worked.

We bought some lunch in town and then Amanda took me to a park where the foliage is quite green and the water quite murky.

This [...]

You already know how this will end

It was a mess. I was a mess. Sweaty from lacrosse, hands dirty from the roughing and flailing, I arrived at Em’s house distressed about San Francisco weather. “How cold will it be there?” “Can I wear flip flops?” It was 80 degrees in San Jose.
On our way there the GPS led us within [...]