The only thing I have is the skin I was born in.

Reflections on being a straight white male in a multi-gendered, ethnocentric, racially charged society. This is not about feeling sorry for yourself or feeling picked on because you are white, its about learning to accept yourself, other people and having sympathy for their status in society as a consequence of an ever changing ethos.

"Your a horrible person"
Condemnation over expectations
"My anxiety is your fault, you yelled"
Concern over lack of post college motivation thrown back in my face
"You made my life hell"
Birthday parties, Halloween parties, Christmases, sleep overs, music camp, private school, music lessons, kittens, puppies, lambs, Barbies, vacations with grandparents, trips overseas, snow days, unconditional love.

Privilege.

California Casual

Much can be

said

About a black

cat

Lounging on a white

Windowsill

In the blazing yellow

Sunshine

Hoots mon! It's a braw, bricht, moonlicht nicht

It certainly would be nice if I could get these cataracts removed.

Lunam Impiarum Animarum

Storm ridden skies, beat

Upon the midnight lantern

Till days turn blood red

A Tree Dies in Sacramento

When a tree falls in this city, does anyone care about its screams?

Homeless Squirrels

Stretched across the roadway, this life, shed too easily; anything helps,
but thoughts and prayers.

Web of Reality

A mind for eight legs

A body for making eggs

A desire for more

Smells Like …

A flower by any other name would taste like ketchup and mustard.

AUGOCHLOROPSIS METALLICA

I saved this flower for you, that one day you will save the world for me.

Raspberry Vodka

I pray each day that I shed you easily, like snake skin pajamas.

Zappa Speaks

Frank, no single sentence can match the genius of your raucous rhythms.