Wednesday, October 28, 2015


Yes. I made that word up. So deal with it.

Anyway, word on the street is that I moved to Portland. It hasn't all been candy hearts and roses, but the good news is I'm not living in a dumpster downtown and I have a pretty sweet job working at a liquor store.

The night before I left my parents threw me a bit of a goodbye party. Nothing too fancy. But it involved absolutely wonderful things like bonfires, pumpkin chillie, apple cider, and nearly all my closest friends. It was super nice, and really cool to see so many people I care about for one last time before I left.

The point of this post, though, isn't to talk about the rad party my family threw for me. It's to highlight two of the coolest gifts I received.

Daniel, my younger brother, has been drawing like a maniac recently. He's taken our mother's flare for art to heart and really been improving over the last, say, couple months. It's super cool to see his stuff get better literally daily. He drew me a parting gift, using all his artistic talent and thoughtfulness which was better than anything he could have bought or acquired (Even through shrewd bargaining, which would have impressed me as well...)

 See that? Freaking masterpiece as far as I'm concerned. Kid deserves massive praise. He matted and framed it too so I'm hanging it up in my room when I get the chance. I don't care how narcissistic that makes me. It's art.
As for this guy... my friend Abby drew him for me. Her blog is full of awesome artsy stuff. She does these cartoon versions of people and they're pretty much nothing short of bloody fantastic. Mine's absolutely spectacular. Even has my sideways smirk. Yeah, you know the one... the one that gets me all the girls. (Gonna hang this one on my wall too...)

Anyway. Yes... this is an egotistical post. But I thought it was cool that two people thought I was cartoon character material and drew me in their own respective styles.

Friday, October 9, 2015

Pumpkin Rains

The air smells of rain
and cigarettes,
and exhaust.
But the breeze blows
and stirs the leaves
in the trees.

Orange as fire,
Red as blood,
yellow as a taxi cab;
they find themselves
plucked from their branches
by nature’s breathy wind.

Pumpkins in multitude and
sweater weather
means comfort to my wayward soul.

And I relish next morning
before it comes even as
my windshield wipers squeal away
the droplets of clouds’
sweet dampness.