It’s safe here but there’s nothing left to learnThe walls bare as the furniture, the rug still uncleanMy mirror only speaks when it’s looking back at meCapturing each tremble as I scramble to findThe key to these bars sits attached to the lock outsideThe one you felt fit to force this my homeThat is too heavy for my small talons to ever take hold My … Continue reading A Murder Most Foul
I was still pretty beat when I woke up on Thursday and it was hard to want to get out of bed. It’s not all the walking that has done me in on this trip, for me that’s normal, it’s the way I can’t stop thinking about the things I’ve seen while I’m here. I had no real plans or destination in mind when I … Continue reading CF Goes to San Fransisco: Part 7 – High Crime Cashews
Yesterday was the first day of this trip that I didn’t have any hard set plans. The weather was supposed to be the best of the week (mostly sun, 21 degrees), so I figured it would be my lazy day to sit around at the beach for a couple hours. I walked up to Market Street and took a bus that went all the way … Continue reading CF Goes to San Fransisco: Part 6 – Make Me
Felt weird leaving my hotel wiythout my backpack. It starts to feel a little like a safety blanket on these solo trips, but it was just after 1PM and I wanted to start making the trek across the bay to Barkeley. You have a couple options when you have to do this stretch. You can either walk over to the docks and grab a ferry … Continue reading CF Goes to San Fransisco: Part 4 – Give Up Transatlanticism
I went to bed earleir than I normally would yesterday, but a sort of funny biproduct of no longer being a drinker is that I don’t really know what to do in the later hours of the day or where’s fun to go hang out. Most cities night life is centered around food and alcoholic drinks and I wasn’t very hungry, so that ruled a … Continue reading CF Goes to San Fransisco: Part 3 – Asphalt Meadows
Our flight got in a little earlier than scheduled and baggage claim was insanely fast. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of an airport as quickly as I did this morning – and that included a quick change out of my sweatpants and ordering a Lyft to get to my hotel. Fortunately I was also able to get into my hotel room well ahead … Continue reading CF Goes To San Fransisco: Part 2 – Sore Feet and the Journey to the Golden Gate
I wake up in the dead of the night. Oddly, it’s quiet. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet and I groan. It’s probably something ridiculous like 11:30PM and I barely slept, but I feel decently rested. I flip my phone over and let the screen come to life. Okay, not quite. It’s about 2:20AM. My alarm was set for 3AM to give me time to … Continue reading CF Goes to San Fransisco: Part 1 – Departure
Crooked Forest 