O Me! O Life!
By Walt Whitman

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

January 2013 – February 2013

nomad musing
in phnom penh
the problem with closeness
this, then the next
some call it stalking
myopic and astigmatic

With WCC February Writing Workshop:

Week 1: Wanting
say it
considering never
in little saigon
Week 2: Beginnings and Endings
how, once
what to do
“developing countries” develop into the countries “developing” them
a story read to me
invisible walls
to be a poet
Week 3: Community
oil and water
new constellations
Week 4: Miscellaneous
a hope
late twenties

March 2013
At rest online. At work offline.

April 2013
National Poetry Month means NaPoWriMo.

such ordinary things
oakland, 2
oakland, 3
oakland, 4
oakland, 5
of cities and lovers, 2
oakland, 6
years later
musing on calf muscles
oakland, 7 (los angeles)
how i began 28
mourning for grass
modern gardening
the power of dance
nowhere is nowhere
again, may 1st
oakland, 8 (what i know)

May 2013
Who knows what it will be? Not me.

between two cities
if we love
blog generation
hazard on euclid / of strawberry farms and festivals

June 2013
Be alive. Be wild.

work days