July 8th. Raining hard. Thundering. Just changad out of wet pants into dry pajama bottoms, peed into an old gatorade bottle, tossed it out into the lawn and rinsed the bottle with down pouring gutter water. Listening to Avett Brothers: Emotionalism. Thinking of the 5th dead person since I´ve been...

Don’t touch what’s inside please, it’s protected.  It’d be better if you didn’t even enter.  But, if you must, if you are so curious, enter quietly please, so as not to disturb the natural habitat.  If you’ll notice, the animals inside, the plants, all live quite happily...

Last night I lay on the tile floor in my room on top of my sleeping bag, beneath a mosquito net with 2 candles lit beside me.  I started to read a book my brother had sent me but couldn’t concentrate for thinking about the day that had passed, for thinking of a friend of mine: Diogenes. ...

Letter to my Brother and a Class full of Kids--Revised:

(Correspondence Match)

“Beep Beep” said the bag all decorated for a 15 year old girls birthday party; a cartoon girl with a pink puffy dress; Quinceñera; Fiesta Rosa.  Large pink bow attached to the bag to...