Island
Island
Missed Connections from the City of San Francisco
The key was lost, and we,
on a tiny roof deck marooned above the sea of city,
roiled and prude,
let late evening winds move us closer slowly till our drinks clinked and shoes tapped expectantly.
sx
Her Two Cents
I’m currently reading Danny Wallace’s book, Charlotte Street. The best way to describe it (which sounds truly awful), is it’s a story about guys, written for women; considerably better than your average chick-lit pulp about nannies, botox, and private nursery schools. The main character is a down-on-his-luck-and-out-of-love English bloke who helps a random female stranger and ends up with a disposable camera in his hands. The tale follows his mis-adventures as he searches for his missed connection with the help of his two male friends. Blog posts written by the mysterious woman and signed Sx are sporadically incorporated to give the reader a sneak peak into what’s happening on the other half of the equation. Will Charlotte Street have an ending like this poem from San Francisco’s sx? We’ll have to wait and see but I certainly hope so!
