Monday, April 16, 2007


i hear La Vanda calling me.......where is my team?

it's as if i have forgotten something
very important!!

there's a dream of the killer wave, killer not because it shreds me, but because it offers the smooth ride all the way down the line.
i'm gonna follow the smell of exhaust to get to the next sweet spot, where i know you'll be waiting.......
if nothing more, waiting outside of the too expensive parking lot checking out the haps.

Sunday, April 15, 2007


Saturday, April 14, 2007


cheir, “hand”
manteia, "divination"

(the more technical word for palm reading)

The hands, you know, are very important:

.the dominant hand holds the future the other holds the past. they both change when they come into contact with other surfaces.

she said:

you know what, it´s never gonna be the same

she said:

¿ya viste las líneas de tu mano? cambiaron cuando hicieron contacto con mi
cuerpo, lo sé porque las mías ya están distintas por ti

(mi futura)

she's right. i can feel it. my hands change their history with everything i touch they change my future they blur memories into colors and the future traces its path diverging more each time before the lines overlap

Once my hand fell on top of glass that was 1700 degrees (f) and I burned away my past. it explains my lack of memory, it explains the feeling of floating, it explains why my history seems to roam mirroring the patterns of possibility and the movements that my body make daily. estoy muy feliz. it cleared the way for you.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Where is JJ?

Jocelyn, Where Are you!!

your plants have moved to tijuana and i try to console them.
your table has moved to pepe´s
your juicer is fixed and waiting for you
your paint is hiding out with my dvds
your white pants wait in line for arrows to cover my stains
there is a blue blazer waiting in the closet (i know it's not a gift)
i haven't touched the lavender dish soap, nor used the grey bucket
the coffee maker hides in the closet until it has a home
everyone at the aguas termales wonders where the güerrita went

someone said you went to hawaii, to pheonix, to new york, to pheonix, possibly san diego, maybe soon to Tijuana.

your birthday came to me in a dream.
it was a voice in a box near my ear.

where's my jj?

Sunday, April 8, 2007

domingo despacio

las crepas experimentales llegaron ser un domingo vagando, con una luz rica filtrando en mi cocina.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

Pepe Vasquez

Alguien tiene miedo cuando manejo.

Sunday, April 1, 2007