What a great Holiday! Enjoyed my family last night (danced and sang to some Celia Cruz after they'd had their requisite tequila shots), today called my pals and wished them Merry Stuff, and spent time with my little sister here in Venice. Then I got in touch with an old friend who was in my Creative Writing major at Long Beach, and was reminded of my time under the trees there, filling my notebooks, learning what I did well from Locklin, and learning what not to write from Webb.

Now I'm looking at the closet and thinking I should finish cleaning it out, but I'd much rather listen to my new Garden State soundrack (thanks Adam!) and feel melancholy with some Maker's.

bottoms up

using a dollar bill as a coaster
to protect my mahogany desk
i write to you
hoping to stoke a flame
a tiny flame
hoping
to ignite
a passion
twice as flammable
as the whiskey
in my glass
and endlessly
more intoxicating