|An offering to the gods at Summit & Pike Street|
|Charlie singing his trademark piece Ode to Sesame Street |
Thursday's at the Blue Bird Ice Cream.
|A random rider on a number 2 to Madrona|
|Mass at St James August 15, 2010|
It just don't seem real that I'm leaving this home I've fallen in love with. When I stopped seeing that last lady I dated for a short spell I wasn't nearly this bubbly (but then again why would one be). I wonder if I'm doing the right thing? I wonder if Salem will become a crucible for me? Will it be a place or vessel of social and artistic isolation resulting in either the death of poetry in my soul or the realization of its true nature?
Hmmm...a dark night of the poem...