Poetry

A precocious ten-year-old boy searches for the meaning of life. - photo credit: Aaron Burden

A poem that was written indoors during quarantine while craving movies, travel, fine dining and the great outdoors. - photo credit: Joshua Hoehne

Looking for things that should never be. Building the walls that will set us free.

I write only in pixels now.

This life falls short of you in my fleeting paradise beneath the spotlight.

He loved a good Western, his dog Sophie, Fettuccine Alfredo, and frequent trips to the candy store. He will be missed, very much.

And the sky feeds the river, and the sun feeds the sky.

I found this poem from last summer, I was in LA and I decided to walk from Downtown all the way to our hotel in Studio City, just like how I used to walk to Montmartre from the Champs-Élyseés at night when I was a kid. I wrote this along the way by talking to my phone.