Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse: joe_bearnickel, Eric (furtummy), carytown!

Basket of tomatoes, mozzarella and basil,
The memory of him lingers in my mustache.
The days and nights in Rome,
the leftover cold pizza in my fridge,
the scent of him all over my bed.
He left more than one kind of stain on my sheets.
His trademark is in the air:
And still I am hungry. But for what?

April 30th, 2006 | Exquisite Corpse, Poetry | No comments

Yesterday, my buddy, Kevin, and I went to the Giants vs Mets game, where we saw Barry Bonds hit his 711th career homerun. It was so surreal. I remember feeling this strange headrush as if the blood had drained out of my head: my whole face went all numb and tingly, and I felt odd and excited. But even his heroic effort, which tied the game, could keep the Mets from their well-earned victory in the 11th inning.

April 27th, 2006 | Friends, Life in San Francisco | No comments