Summer | Venice Beach

The solstice arrived last night at 9:24 pm. In Los Angeles, we get somewhere nearly year round, but there is still something special about the solstice and the changing of the season. This poem is originally titled “Summer of ’16”. The photo was also taken some time last summer, with my Canon ae-1 program on one of our many trips down the street to Venice Beach. ♥ Nisi

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Wild Wanderer | Topanga Canyon Haiku

The day of our anniversary, we had planned a picnic (with basket and all!). We hopped in the car and drove up the Pacific Coast Highway, heading to Point Mugu, a few miles south of Oxnard. Unfortunately, the June Gloom failed to burn off, so we ended up going all the way to Oxnard to have a beer, and headed back down South. The weather was clearing near Malibu, but it was still hazy.

So, we decided to drive up to Topanga Canyon and have our picnic in the woods and wander around a bit to relieve our wanderlust. It was cute and delicious. I made everything from scratch, down to bread loaf. We had tuna salad, red potato salad and a sweet basil, mint, strawberry and watermelon salad.  We will definitely be doing this again soon. ♥ Nisi

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1 Year Wedding Anniversary & Remembering Our Honeymoon in Santa Cruz

I can’t believe it has already been a year since our wedding (June 17th). This time last  year we were cruising up the Pacific Coast, going as far north as Santa Cruz (We were tempted to keep going!). It was an awesome little getaway in my new adopted home of California.

The beaches were packed, as it was a warm day. We checked out the Boardwalk and had some beers, made out in the photo booth, did a little souvenir shopping. Later, we wandered around downtown to dig the sights. We found Pizza My Heart in and had some epic slices while enjoying photos of famous people surfing the famous central coast waves.

We then ran into one of our favorite punk bands from L.A., Sex Stains (Remember Allison Wolfe from Bratmobile? She is still kicking ass), so we caught the end of the show at The Catalyst. They opened for the girl-fronted indie-ish rock band, Cherry Glazerr, who we did not know at all but ended up putting on a rad live performance, finishing the night out with a Nirvana cover of “Territorial Pissing”.

♥ Nisi

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Plastic Tree Wishing (Wishing for Trees)

This poem was not written with this photograph in mind at all, but somehow the two have come together and I am okay with it. The poem speaks of the plastic feelings humans express when communicating with each other. Most people have such a hard time being real with one another, they would rather lie or put on a show than to reveal what they are feeling, or any truth at all.

The mannequin represents this plasticity in our relationships with each other, the government and the world in general. Perhaps we are all missing something that we never knew we had. If we could find what that is, then maybe we could learn to see each other as ourselves. If only the woods were closer…

 

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Pickled State (Work in Progress)

It is forever and forever plays a joke on us.
We crave an old comfort lost long ago in a life
outlined with smaller towns.

Taking shelter under the picnic table
we pretended was a ship about to sail away.

A rainy first day of summer vacation,
a pile of books considerately wrapped
to stay out of the rain.

Cats roam the porch to escape the cold drips,
contemplating the meaning of the universe
in their every nose-raise to the air,
senses whisper to delicate whiskers
in a light breeze.

The imagination is authoritative
when we are children.

As adults, a fabrication of reality
demands our fullest attention,
retinas glued to fuzzy tubes,

Computer hands fulfill the wildest of dreams
in the discomfort of our own skin,
behind closed doors and in front of no one.

Only for us to relish in a pickled state.

 

This is another one I have written recently and is giving me a little trouble. It needs more, but again, I don’t know what! I finally decided to post it so I can dwell on it for a bit. See if I can find what it needs. Always open to suggestions / constructive criticism over here! ♥ Nisi

My Poem Evanesce & A Photograph of My Childhood Home

Fill the empty home with emerald trees
wide fields carrying birds, harboring all

Retain muggle thoughts, muggy blots at best
as they all tend to disappear with time

Piles of distraction on side of roadkill
scrape off miles away but old stains remain

Comforting as such, the yellow ones are
found filling in outlines of rectangles

Old frames with dead families now lost
at best confused about who they should be

Remember the SNES, how it
turned just like the walls, yellow in some spots

When the long cords unraveled blasting off
to Yoshi’s world, getting away from there

20/20 hindsight, stayed not much longer
grew up too fast when time is so short

6 years old and staying up so late so
I could greet them after a night of bars

Those summer nights, Ohio sky dead-stop
a humid, full home breathing 2nd hand

Nicotine stains, the birds fade in due course
leaving bits of tribute where possible

Good-bye lush trees, dancing fields of feather corn
watch you disappear into sapphire waves

Cerulean sky to greet what is left
a little bit of magic to pocket

Palm trees waving no flag like yellow gold
but there are bare walls to stain here too.

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