Saturday, March 24, 2007. As long as there is memory, there is poetry. Year at least one person. Us, we scrambled through. On our backs to form. Hills that put cut glass.

Driving Cross Country with Andy and Day. Friday, November 24, 2006. So much loss I need to expound about that one. How I at age 42. Swam my way over the breadth of America. With two 13 year old boys. Both alive in those days and we were driving. To see them, but there was in those days. We swam in the Willamette before we left home.

How I Came To Be On Earth. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. One velvet star struck night. In May, near the tiny town. Of Trogan, Switzerland, not so very long. Was finally really over,. And everyone in refugee camp. Was just about worn out. Tiptoeing past the shabby canvas cot. Where my pretty blond sister, Elfie,. Lay sleeping, past the only slightly. Where my pretty dark cousin, Blanca,.

Saturday, December 2, 2006. HOW I MADE A FRIEND. Hey Monkey Man, Prince man, King of the Castle. Bicycle Rider, Scaler of Trees. Be my friend, please, if you will. Teach me to ride with you, climb with you. Teach me to sway with the breeze. Show me the secrets of Pumpkinland Heaven. Map me the path of her moon. Pray that she shines on me soon. Silly man, Monkey Man, rider of rapids.