An Affinity For All Things Golden

These gaping standards serve
A decaf of words left stale
Spectacles of shoes for you to gaze
And to the left a constant criticality

Please do not sweep in this place
Tables do not employ but raise
Muse me your foreign language
I cannot speak cannot understand

It is growing from the corner
Our screens over run with weeds
It is not distance but a lack of proximity
When you are there I am not where I wish to be

A Kite in Your Clouds

A reading of holes
reveals
this is deeper than previously assumed
hang here
this line waits
ending a night starting
keystrokes

this melody haunting
as if from a cup
holding above green
grounds our feet
what great awareness
what great vice

Sitting Upright

Your space is flowing word like
Trickle through, there is nothing here
An empty page, alone type set

Look the ink is on you
A south paw curse among us
A broken clip slips down

This will carry me to tomorrow
A sustenance of syllables
Singing clearly me me me

Feet Move Free

There is space in the middle
Your touch can go here
I hold gently this book
And watch your hands on the wall
Each page grains again
Feeling memories crunch
Tickle and blow away

Bound

This hand goes red around the corner
A box labeled here absent-mindedly disappears
Why do clocks tick and not move
Dry walls stick numbers round
And your feet move stairs
This fall the davenport will change
The floors repaired renamed and you
restored

A Photographic Journey Through Santa Ana

here are the shots from trip to visit Leo and Taty Rapini in their new home of Santa Ana.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/sperez/sets/72157622255318959/

more words

a childs foot feels heavy

a bed awaits arrival

to the left a bench

and you on it

when we spill cups

we never clean up

This Street

It’s coming back

a street light a pay phone and the corner store

here there is no sound indicating change

rather a pressure moving south bound a

child in the yard and the sky overhead

Words

A bit faster a bit faster

and the sky falls

The fences a man and the fences

If i speak I say fences and the sky falls

from our feet a segue and

apologies and the song signs on

speaking sky fences and falling I say

street signs and you sing on

the field the grass and blue

a toddler playing street signs sings

a discreet suv

screaming beneath our feet

the sky has fallen

When we ask about peace

We say ladders and cool in the shadows

When we asked where you went

We say inside and go inside

looking inside we find windows and rays

and lights from the kitchen

when we put it on the floor

we say peace be with you

you ask ask what happened in between

when there is silence

there is still the sound of breathing

New Things

I just got back from a great week with my wife on vacation. On Saturday we started things off with a trip to the San Diego Zoo. I had never been to a zoo before this so Haley enjoyed pulling me from exhibit to exhibit watching as I stared in awe at the elephants, laughed at the monkeys, and ran like a frightened child away from the snakes. Sunday we left after church to head out to Mammoth. This was Haley’s first time on the mountain. I got her set up in her snowboard and away we went. After a pretty frustrating first run she recouped and ended up progressing really fast. It was a joy to see her pick up something that I am passionate about. It reminded me of my first times on the mountain and the excitement and joy you get from your progression. You can see some pictures from our trip to the zoo and to Mammoth on my flickr account at flickr.com/sperez

From Up Front

Pay attention to the lines that follow

patience

cadence

and tempo