June 2013 Blog Posts (7)

What would be

the best distance

between

he and I?

Would it be miles, or inches?

Hours, or days?

When what I want

the stretch

to be,

is

 only seconds and swift.

The shortest distance

between

his lips and mine.

The most desperate

distance

from my

eyes.

How long could it be?

Enough to hear him say

my name,

before I feel…

are you happy? is a decent

question but

more importantly,

what do you

truly desire

now…

Mike Rios walks

below the yellow street lamp glow.

White T- shirt,

 black pressed pants.

He is wearing The Uniform.

His hands

are tucked away

in his pockets.

He shuffles his feet from side to side

and looks up,

head…

the better part of me

is finally winning

the war within me

Let’s talk about the pile of elephant dung in the middle of the room; namely, that adults in Fresno and Clovis consider a print from Target or Wal-Mart to be on the same level as an original painting from a local artist. Why is this? Well, I believe it is because they don’t think of paintings as a cultural medium, but as mere decorator objects. I think this belief…

It's even more than doubled. I know that this summer will be great, seeing friends I haven't hung out with in months--years even, making silly videos, taking silly pictures, road trips up and down California(which i will be able to legally drive the car now) with great company, more time for reading, volunteering, sewing, and sketching, some festivals, late night shenanigans, and I've even left room for a bonfire (:

No I may not be going to the college I originally set my sights on but…

this man’s dogs came out at me and i yelled at him ‘can you do something about your dogs?’

i’m not mad at the dogs, i’m mad at him. whenever i pass by he just lets them run out into the street at whoever and this is very dangerous for the dogs, and anyone who’s driving.

but he just does that ‘whatever forget it blah blah’ hand-throw-wave thing that many mexican men do and repeatedly says “they don’t bite they don’t bite”

and it just makes me SO mad, so i say  “that’s not the…