"And we go through many changes Then all I really know..Is that I truly am".

June 15th, 2006:

Summer comes and i let the winds carry us through the ages. Chinese festivals, Hong Kong harbors, and Dragon Boat races on the River Charles.

Oh how i love that dirty water!

Peter Wolf said it best when the Boss took to the stage at Fenway years ago. And then Yawkey Way was never the same for me when i leapt onto a table in Incheon in sheer disbelief. Korea concluded and i came back to Cambridge after an exile and a half.

I missed the sights and sounds of my soundtrack to Asia provoking a sojourn the width of a heart unknown and the height of a desire unfulfilled. Odaiko drumming and Japanese wishes continue to haunt me with gray ghosts and beer-soaked mysteries. saddened silver moons and forgotten rainbows. double shots of whiskey and random prose on inspired nights to keep me alive through the mundane insanity.

singing songs of astonishing beauty. slurred speech capable of mincing words and reminiscing regret. love of travel i will never forget. A muse wearing silk kimonos and sake cups in my hands. Ethereal countrysides that are far and away distant lands.

I would swear I could keep hearing Shane McGowan singing drunken lullabies unto me and that once again I could cross dark waters across the Pacific for want of more…...Something to the effect of adventure and personal glory. as if that even exists anymore. I will have to settle for my favorite bards from Seattle. poetry and passion aside. i long for the simple aesthetics. seeing her face as we slept seven years waiting and i finally let go of her memory.

today I was told that they were going to Kristina’s grave… i remember her eyes and her hair skimming my line of sight. for her a song of sadness will be told into time lest she be cast aside.


sleepless insomnia in Salem and I already dreamt of those Dragon Boats and bridges time immemorial. For I went through many changes and summer is here...




....Then all I really know is that I truly am