Little.


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Little, petty woman, living in your shell

Married, bored, angry and morose

You have so much on your plate

Life passed you by

Sitting in your car, looking at your phone, stuck in traffic

Honking, texting, daydreaming

Medicated, distracted, burdened

Out there the world is dancing and smiling

Without you

Celebrities always smile

What happened at the box office this past weekend?

You got home and found everyone looking at their phones

Where should you eat dinner?

Who left their shoes on their bed?

Why can’t he remember to flush the toilet?

Hours spent on the phone with T-Mobile to fix text messaging.

Tomorrow you may be dead.

We Left Our Families


We Left Our Families by Here in Van Nuys
We Left Our Families, a photo by Here in Van Nuys on Flickr.

Motto For a City

I was driving west on Hollywood Blvd last week. Stopped at a light, right near the 101, I saw this poster in the window of a small shop.

Applicable to many who migrated here, it sets in words, the struggles and dreams, both won and lost, of men and women, defeated and determined, working and surviving, to transform their lives into something more significant.

I found the words poignant and sacramental, holy and human, a unifying testament of we the people, a city of angels: fallen and sinful, redeemed and reborn, for all time.

At the bottom of the print is the word cyrcle, a link to the art community that created the poster.

Poetry of Mitt Romney


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Down on Venice



Down on Venice why
Should have it in my hand.
The Golden State I mean.
Where I went and encountered
A place I didn’t like.
Who knows why
I didn’t fit in.
They told me so
in many words and gestures.