Tag Archives: Photography

better than clocks

Sacrafect Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation — and a tendency to make more of … Continue reading →

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the hand cream

deus ex duo (redux) i. deus ex machina the deus ex machina falls through the trapdoor into the charnel house the deus dramatic effect lost and centrifugal with a caravaggio thud see deus roll among the sweet vinegar panhandlers watch deus … Continue reading →

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swine chuff popped

A Physics She opened the pigpens—A physics of badlandsResembled the scrubby hillsOf Theodore Roosevelt National Park.A parliament of swine chuff—Popped and faded paroxysms,sonnets of oilfield imbalances,Oilskin flints, & parley figs.She sang to the pigs:An imperfect parricide breedsThis parody of oligarchy.Swim, … Continue reading →

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return the gift

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, … Continue reading →

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is the complication

Title Goes Here This is the body of the entry: This is the complication. This is the climax. This is the gist of what I wish to convey. This is the denouement. This is what you get. What I’m Reading: … Continue reading →

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this is friday

This. Is. Digitized. This is a digitized morning page. This is a digitized mourning phase. This is digitized mental squall. This is digitized coming to terms. This is digitized hullabaloo. This is digitized push and pull through the eye of … Continue reading →

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cede to blue

Fingertips I’ve come untetheredThree days lost and out of sortsNow the correction Sitting on the trainThe snow blows blinding outsideHeavy wet and sad The Wailers’ singles in my earsProvide the syncopationPropelling the day On the balconyIn yellow afternoon lightA thrush … Continue reading →

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out get out

October Love (redux) A vibrant tuning fork in hand—This is normally a prime time for burrowing a hole in your heart. You tell me to videograph your heartache.You claim that this crowded urban area saps your optimism and your love … Continue reading →

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 149

there’s a desolation and a strange hope, all at once, in the vast spaces of the west… there’s something to be said of empty spaces…  day after day… you fill in the story… What I’m Listening To: I am nowhere … Continue reading →

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trickle & tone

No Fear She found herself on the other side of the country — drove in a fugue as far west as she could until she hit the ocean. As she drove away from the eastern ocean on the other extreme … Continue reading →

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