Words | Pictures
Writing paired with photography. Often beginning with a walk, sometimes ending somewhere else entirely.
Another World
The coffee grows cold again this morning. I've forgotten it exists, lost in the brief escape where thoughts and words are colliding in a tenuous weave. The computer screen glows in the coming light. One moment words are a failed lift off, the next its outer space. Into the wormhole and time is bent into a different realm. What I am left with, the words assembled on the screen, is a mystery as to how they appeared and where time went.
Rising Through the Fallen
The late autumn air
has cooled in quadrants
of forties and thirties.
The prairie trail is
hollowed, a seawall of
brown stalks taller than
the average man.
Puerto Vallarta
…we found each other, and that led to the annual three or four night adventures in Puerto Vallarta overlooking Banderas Bay. A six-thousand foot deep Banderas Bay, waves breaking white over blue and shimmering to the horizon, where oceanside meals are easily found and trinkets constantly sold, where a beach-combing vendor dropped his rather large and alive iguana on my shoulder, then asked me for money. Where too much tequila can be easily drunk…
Sustenance
…What a surreal nightmare to live through. Every person you’ve ever known and every person they have ever known only knew this way of life. Until the exact day when tomorrow became unknown and yesterday became never again…
October Storm
…Ollie the dog was leaping
at the sliding door. Opened
the cold air
rushed in
and he rushed out
bounding into the yard
barking at nothing
I could see except
the white grass…
