"Space Needle at Sunset"

So, just to switch it up a little, I will intend to produce more photo essays for this blog. This first image was taken in downtown Seattle, near Westlake Center. The image of sun setting, lighting the sky with vivid orange hues reminded me of many moments spent with a certain special someone. I'll try to add more photos as time permits

After a Mini-Break...

So, it feels like I've been away from this blog a little longer than usual. A combination of different things kept me pretty busy the last few weeks. In any case, a brief update since I last posted (besides the poem of course). I celebrated my birthday, albeit in a much more laid back fashion. The farther I travel in life, the more I learn to appreciate peace and tranquility. As such, it didn't feel necessary to do something big for my birthday. In part, because I did hang out with a certain someone I really enjoy sharing these moments with.

On the writing end, I'm about to finish a newsletter I've been working on for way too long. Also, related to that project, I also activated a separate blog and wrote most of the content for it (hence my not updating this one). The blog can be found at the following location: http://elcomitewa.wordpress.com/

And last, but certainly not least, we planned and coordinated a "welcome committee" for President Obama's first trip to Seattle since his candidacy. This consumed us for the better part of three weeks as we hashed out the details, logistics, probably outcomes in case either Seattle P.D. or the Tea Bagger were belligerents, and so forth. Likewise, the message framing was critical as we needed to clarify that we're not against Obama (as the ultra-right wing Tea Bag Party), but rather, we disagree with enforcement-only immigration policy and made it known that we will keep him and the functionaries in his party accountable to the promises they made us (for more, see: http://elcomitewa.wordpress.com/2010/08/19/over-300-immigrant-rights-activists-take-to-the-streets-in-conjunction-with-president-obama’s-visit-to-seattle/).

Needless to say, we have much to do still. More updates to follow.

Summer Poetry

Summer Evening (Draft)

Slow soft waves, 
splash serene Puget sound, 
salty scented air, 
arid dry thought desert, 
completely barren imagery, 
mind toxin fluid finally broke, 
out of the basin holding it in, 
in as much time as it, 
took to finally let it flood, 
it evaporates every which way, 
whisked away by a calm sea breeze, 
slow breath breathing in, 
the essence long since forgotten, 
forever it seems for the mind, 
lost in forested foggy fields, 
of perpetual self-loathing, 
looking back losing that fear, 
a brief glance into your eyes, 
gravitating toward your voice, 
calm cadence clearing my thoughts, 
sharing a story I wanted to forget, 
for a moment not knowing, 
what your thoughts were, 
but knowing I needed to move on, 
finding a sympathetic ear, 
easily forgetting all that was, 
drowning me in a sea of self-doubt, 
soft mesmerizing waves wind, 
whipping off the sound, 
chilly August evening event, 
holding you close, 
losing all sense of time and space, 
serene salty Puget sound scent.