That's the way boys are

Down the road the darkest shadow
is locked up on a dark drive.
Cats and plastic owls peer down, off and down from eaves.
Engines and acquaintances purr in the distance.

In this town lawns are littered with white plastic chairs that won’t ever melt
down to dirt. I am searching
for ringing light in the wake of your memory.
Seeing faces in parked cars at night.

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I am learning how to drive a car.

heart of my own

I always plan to make a scrap book but I wonder if I actually ever will. I was reading this about a wonderful Toronto artist named Melinda Josie and am having a dress made out of some of her fabric. Also a parisienne artist named Nathalie Lete. They are so productive and inspired. I hope that I move through life creating something. I am not sure if I do.

something in the way you say my name

flying over the ocean

It's officially summer in the city and all I can think about is European travel, Jake's gardens with fresh vegetables for us to cook and eat raw, and sitting outside in the open air at every opportunity.

The band I'm in is playing a show in Toronto later this month and I get to see my old friends. The last year that I spent in Toronto was one of the most illuminating and beautiful years. I learned so much about myself and about people, I finally let myself learn about the world.

I spent the afternoon at my parents cottage lying on the dock with my hand in the water. I'm still afraid of monsters in the water but I felt like today there couldn't be any monsters in that kind of sunshine.