Friday, March 20, 2009

#621 marshmellow




marshmallow in quiet flame
“the texture and sweetness to release us from blame”
after we supped, it wasn’t the same...
three moons emerge
over creosote game.

this image dedicated to Andy
observer of sensual curves and familial secrets.
we met again a few weeks ago, after two years, at a wedding in Tempe.
he spends his conversation talking about others.
he has a two part smile: the first is the one he suppresses, the second is the one that conquers every one he meets.

watch him in this video of the wedding (he is the one eating marshmallow remnants, the one who launched 1000 ships...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZP4m_4ciEs

he shot the last scenes....

Sunday, December 7, 2008

#615



everyone ‘belongs’ somewhere.
for me, that night, it was here, behind the bleachers, all by myself, surrounded by a halo of floating rubber...

Thursday, November 20, 2008

#611 C-22



chairman of the environmentally armed services committee today announced introduction of the E-22 ‘Creosote Raptor.’ capable of miraculously tender air speeds and armed with simultaneously regenerating puff-ball soft bombs. the C-22, along with the specter jellyfish and special forces confusion monkeys will round out the recently developed envio-stealth branch of the military.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

#612sound


someone i was just beginning to know sent a moment of understanding. it passed from one to another. it traveled across a compressed expanse of desert. it came vibrating, and wrote itself deep with barbs and hooks.
i looked for this picture so i could work it up and send it out, so i could re-live that moment, so i could better remember the lovely soul who made it, and with whom I forever wish to negotiate.
the succulent invites a soul into its well, and poses questions in the form of runes and quiet waits. understanding circumvents the gates of hell, and mocks bastions of scorn with tunes and kindly fates.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

#613 Election

i fear republicans...

Sunday, October 5, 2008

#610 Miss Butterfly



i love you butterfly. i miss you so much

Friday, October 3, 2008

#609 Fix-up


Her hair is like the economy
it shelters souls from plight
and once sought sober autonomy
till she teased with subtle might

Terri is sometimes my student and sometimes my teacher. She lives with husband and kids not too far from my mom in Phoenix. After we took this shot i followed her gang to Wallmart- and we shot in there.