Rubber band snap of 

those that strap my chest. 

Heavy heave and sideways glance to 

disguise the mistaken identity. 

Veiled by dimmers and seat belts, 

time leaps into itself over the blue in her eyes. 

You rise up with you feathers and flurry. 

I sidestep and hide lost in buried worry. 

Spacebar blur and sigur slide into sunset. 

I miss the coccoon and the

ripping of my own dear 

sweet silk sack still stalks me. 

Shall I light another cigarette 

(to illuminate my face enough to see out the window)?

Sandstone Studies

 

Valley // Fire

 

Valley of Fire, NV

Hoover // Abstracts

Striding // Giants

In parts of the southwest, but especially Nevada, with the Hoover Dam, there are a plethora of metal giants that stand, straddle, span and skyrocket upwards into the sky. You can imagine them coming to life and marching in their droves across the desert. I admire their structure, the delicacy and intricacy of the many intersecting lines, and the wires that are taughtly strung between them, creating a web of electricity and inter-connectedness.

Circus // Sunset