Monica Multer

I love playing Frisbee with my poodle in our backyard. She just gets so excited and hops all over the place giving great opportunities for amazing jump photos. Love you wonder dog.

There is a blue buddha in our garden… and I don’t know how it got there.

Little Alice Sitting in a tea cup Swimming in a sea Of tea leaf prophecy Sinking into a Deceiving warmth Of false security A spider’s lullaby So sweet and comforting You could die And never know it Little Alice Takes a big breath And goes under She opens her eyes Peering through a Refracted world Where lines are blurred And everything shines Where you are Simply floating No heaviness here No weight Holding you down She blinks In slow motion As her hair floats A halo framing her face Little Alice Is weightless As her lungs Begin to ache But she still Stays under As her eyes Start to tear And her mind Begins to fog Here the world Is so beautiful Your souls only mirror She opens her mouth The last bubble escapes Floating to the surface For a moment it waits Just below the surface But then it pops A whisper escapes it But no one hears Little Alice Is sleeping In her little tea cup Peaceful and beautiful A sleeping angel As a sparrow lands Balancing on a line Between our world and the next On the tea cup’s rim Singing a tea leaf prophecy Of a water angel Not afraid to die Little Alice Was the brave one Who stood up in the end Took a look Into the abyss And jumped right in

Fall is finally here, this is my favorite season by far. I just wish that in California there were more trees that changed colors.

I love how in college, people become so dependent on bikes. If everyone in the world did what college kids do (well a majority of college kids) then the world would be a whole lot greener. People need to stop trying to just advertise everything as green and just get out and do something about it. Advertisement gets you no where, action gets you everything. So people… ride a bike, take the bus, carpool, recycle and all that good stuff.

I love old decrepit buildings, especially significant ruins like this old mission near Cal Poly, Mission San Miguel. Someday I hope to explore other ruins like in Pompeii or Rome. Some day. Hey a girl’s got to have dreams.

I think a lovely neighbor of mine needs a little mentioning currently. This neighbor is a terror in my life and last night was horrible! You may be asking who this neighbor is and can we go egg his house. The answer is no… because egging is bad, and because this neighbor is in fact a coyote. Or several coyotes I suppose. Let me lay out my night in detail for you: ...

Wire teeth Frame a smile Pulling up corners Like a curtain Let the show begin Feather plumed lips Fall into a pale face With cheekbones of glass Each jutting out Ragged yet beautiful Stained glass eyes Gleam in refracted shards Color shines through Empty yet bewitching A gate into a hollow soul Spider web hair Brushes her face In the breeze Shifting and changing eternally Soft as silk And fine as diamonds Here you are The portrait girl They love you for Your eyes They love you for Your smile They love you for All the wrong reasons Until you die inside

Can I even begin to explain how much I love this picture of me… no, I don’t think I can, so I won’t.