...Luminario Mementum...

the silence of the everlasting days

2009-08-23T18:06:00.000-07:00

now what

diapers and dandelions

drawing the curtains

deciphering the squeals and babbles

wiping and unwiping

two times a day

if i'm lucky

we exchange words

often short

but important

this other piece

living off of chicken pot pies and hotel wi-fi

drilling holes into our power supply

paying for the diapers

the curtains

the wiping

somewhere in there

remain two who remember

kissing under stars

waking up still drunk

laughing

until we were sober.

2009-06-25T12:58:00.000-07:00

easter 2009. marshall, nc.

2009-06-25T12:53:00.000-07:00

more easter 2009. marshall, nc.

2009-06-25T12:48:00.000-07:00

there are
reasons
i'd rather not say
but i made banana bread
today

easter 2009 photos: (be-lated, of course)
(this is where i want to be most of the time)

it cuts so close...

2009-02-19T20:04:00.000-08:00

and even the air
brittles up
stale and waiting
clearing and oddly luminescent
curling in tiny intricate corinthian cues.

the chords strike a tiny tune
i listen to the cars
i don't look up
i continue
and the perfect frozen bell curve on the storm window
melts as the light passes
down through the pane.

ruminations and blatterbutter.

2009-02-17T09:50:00.000-08:00

the stomach is all tied up
each silent moment
phone refusing to ring
forget the forgotten
emptying the trash, taking out the compost
sleeping and not sleeping
change the baby
repeat the scenes
edit the emotion
unable to breathe without losing hope
even if the world is with us on this one
the white continues
center stage
bright lights
hospital bills and slammed doors
private claustrophobia
circulation
cut
off

great green gobs of time and resurrender.

2008-09-14T19:55:00.000-07:00

i'm growing like a poofball mushroom, and i'm getting more and more ready to shed my spore.

this tiny marshmellow of a person who struggles against my flesh, awaiting the ripe moment.

i breathe, i practice the art of belly, i try not to eat too much ice cream.

life moves faster and in slow motion all at once, and in truth,

i know my tiny speck of the sphere

will change forever

in 87 days, give or take.

i'm not really going anywhere, i'm just moving to a different frequency

on the evolutionary dial.

i'm in a state...

2008-04-09T04:59:00.001-07:00

stones. (& errata)

2008-03-27T05:29:00.001-07:00

sticks.

2008-03-27T05:24:00.000-07:00

2008-02-15T19:22:00.000-08:00

everything you are
everywhere you've been
intensifies the now.

enjoy it.

Weather Advisory.

2007-12-30T08:26:00.001-08:00

This blog is about to gain some serious photage.
Shit just got real.

(I may have recently bought something that I can't afford that will greatly improve my digital photographic experience.)

In the meantime, this should keep you amused.

Stay tuned, happy new year, all that crap.

sitting down, perching...ready to spring.

2007-11-15T12:01:00.000-08:00

ok, so we've been out of town every weekend for the past four.
one for a concert with friends in chicago, two to help the folks get a roof on their garage, and one to attend an informational seminar on grocery cooperatives.

not that it all matters, but i have a new job that should start next week too...

also, i have to cook thanksgiving dinner for the in-laws.
yay for free range turkeys...couldn't run fast enough though, could ya?

photographs have been sparse, i've just been observing quietly.

sometimes listening is important.

the ideas are on the ready, and i creep up on them with a blanket and duct tape.

dedicated to...

2007-10-22T09:20:00.000-07:00

i'm still smiling through groggy eyes,
the weekend a success.

i'm keeping it in the library and sitting on it for a while.

i'm finding things in old notebooks.

2007-10-18T10:12:00.000-07:00

W. Monroe on a thursday.
3/00

i smoke
and eat kisses from silvery men
a holy tuesday order
you're planning fake orange murder
and the pot brownie guy
and sprinklers and
diseased goldfish
i had forgotten the sound of crickets
big spiders by the screen door
cheesy high school movies
with the wednesday night
television goddess
now i'm a street light
no one standing there
a bush, a stop sign
and all i can think of
is the pollen count and
bumble bees
the South of France
the number twelve
somebody named lucky
and Sarah Michelle Gellar's tattoo.

Untitled
2000

the snappy pops sit unattended
he's wearing my name tag
and that spiffy green shirt
smelling it all up with the pungency of boy
i bought some granola
free potato salad for dinner
how fireworks are like people
they sit,
wait and wait
not knowing their beauty
they have one shining moment
then
black.
ashes.
dust.
he held me there my breath too
a simple gesture that says decades
i put on my bowling shoes
go out to find a missionary nurse
who smiles and hugs like Mother Theresa
like the father down the street
small Greek and shiny
with his finches and his death penalties
the former methodist church now
covered in Gold

Untitled
1999

this giving tree
you milked its fresh leaves
its waving green branches
slowly it transforms,
a single greying stump
you come and sit
we talk of ages
and of strange persons in white coats.
you disappear
the men come with their machines
to pull me up into
your garden mulch.

everything isn't happening

2007-10-17T15:09:00.000-07:00

in a word
mockery
i cannot remember the words
i dare not descend into genuine writing
i know not how to regain my composure

inadequacy
fills my lungs with migrainettes
small pops of pain, rocks
success
a distant candle

truth is not the friend of many
it has very low minutes
on its bill
each month.

the science of 911.

2007-10-14T19:34:00.000-07:00

so in the past 24 hours i've been awakened to a woman crying on my doorstep and asking for help at 1am, and i have yet to decide whether she was truth-telling or sleepwalking with the enemy and secretly trying to rob us. her male assailant arrested, she drove off into the darkness with her old truck.

this afternoon i witnessed the glory of the fall foliage festival in martinsville, indiana after a long night of police reports and turntossing. at the parade we encountered not one but two separate shriner motorcycle accidents, one with the larger gold-wing that went flying into the audience and injured the crowd(i think-i didn't see this one as it happened...it was just around the corner from us) and one of the mini-bikes fell over with its fezzed rider. to top it off, a bit later a man riding behind a marching band had his horse spooked and nearly got stomped to death in front of everyone not 20 feet from us. at this point T and I are not sure we're in reality, so we decided to vacate.

after a dinner of mexican elements, we blearily motored home in our separate not-quite-equal vehicles and T slept while I watched The Science of Sleep. I haven't figured out if this was a good choice considering our recent ventures, but i would recommend it highly.

i am not sure whether my life will continue on this weird path or return to normal after i finally reach sleep tonight. i do believe that every human needs some randomness thrown in once in a while so we can remember what being truly mentally awake feels like-

it kinda feels like dreaming.

also, you must see tideland, terry gilliam is insane and beautiful.
The Dude makes an instantaneously horrid and resurrect appearance.

my brain is running off to dream.
it is time to follow.

also, more pictures soon. hopefully tomorrow.

a part of me likes to rhyme.
only not all the...

i thought this was cool.

2007-08-22T14:58:00.000-07:00

but i am uncool, so who knows.

the fading.

2007-08-19T13:54:00.000-07:00

as we prepare to move to our first real home, i am left with the murmurs of this old rental, with its strange smells and improper wiring. i am not sad to move on, but i do note a chapter page turned. my digital media has been reduced to a tiny broken-focused fuji with unintelligent design, so i live in improvisational times.

gathering timelights.

2007-08-19T13:44:00.000-07:00

defending the homeland from its...citizens?

2007-07-26T11:28:00.000-07:00

A story on Keith McCammon's adventure with the Arlington police on what you can and cannot photograph from the street(a public place).

I can relate, having had to tiptoe around the area of the port authority in Savannah when I was working on my thesis in 2004. I had a classmate that was detained for about 12 hours whilst they questioned him and his intentions. I was venturning out with my large format camera and taking pictures of the ground/walls mostly, so I was not bothered much, other than curious glances from passing police. I also chose to never point my camera in the direction of the P.A. area, even though I was right across the street at times.

Freedom isn't free, alright. Freedom is dead.
What we have left to work with are escapists who don't know anyone or refuse to acknowledge that people are being unlawfully held and harassed for going about their daily lives as Americans and those of us who know and have been affected.

Fear is the new security.

/end

been a while...

2007-07-17T21:09:00.000-07:00

i've been to california and back. i'm looking for a new home. i'm all sorts of things, but mostly i'm distracted. that's the worst. the cali shots aren't in yet-but I'll give you three from t&j's indiana wedding celebration at zydeco's in mooresville in early June and two of my new bead projects.
i'm knitting, too-I made my first beanie-it looks pretty decent.
(i've been more crafty than artsy lately)

enjoy.

whiskey tango foxtrot...

2007-06-13T11:58:00.001-07:00

Wow. This guy is my age, and has been shooting in Iraq for five years. He is married. He was on Fresh Air today. I can't begin to relate, I can only listen and look. He is a photographer for the NY Times, and his photographs are featured in this article. His personal site is also amazing. His new book is something that every human being should look at. This is what the American soldier and Iraqi people live through every day.

comatose awakening.

2007-05-24T09:36:00.001-07:00

in the twilight series, i see bits of me.
I like Yann's eye, especially the landscapery.
makes me want to wander around, holding my breath for the light.

in these times, it is becoming clear that i have a mission.
i have to make something compelling, something worth your time, something that makes you think. more to follow.

bite me.

2007-05-16T11:17:00.000-07:00