Abandon Trail!!! Fostering deeper relationships. Pickled Eggs and Pickled Pigs Feet. Lucifer's Big Toe.Read part III
Sunshower
The Devil was beating his wife
We took shelter from the cloud burst
Beneath the evergreen arms of a live oak
As the lashing continued it seemed
The single golden eye leered with warm pleasure
"What does that mean, the Devil beating his wife?"
"I will tell you in the car,"
I shouted as we dashed to my father's old sedan
When the Devil paused to catch his breath
Econoline – Part III
Roadhouse USA. A long history of violence. America in therapy. Juvenile pugilists.Read part III
Econoline – Part II
Meeting new people. Downtown revitalized. Hikers with beautiful hands. A stranger's dirty laundry.Read part II
Econoline – Love and Loss on the American Highway
Trapped in the Walmart parking lot like Shackleton in an ice pack. People saying stupid things.Read part I
A failed coffee expedition. Indian Casino. Taking my chances on the icy highway.
Cosmic Stoner Capricorn
I am a Scorpio and stoner rock is an unusual genre of music for me to dabble in. However, the pairing of Scorpios and Capricorns is a naturally harmonious pairing according to Horoscope scripture.
Read More and ListenCirculation Urbaine
Bright white eyes glare
Into the Eastern darkness
Red tails disappear
Amber beacons signal Westward
Betraying a change of heart
To the North or South electric blood courses
The veins of Great Father’s prize
Fansipan
On the final resplendent day of the season
You were with me close to Heaven
Saying:
The clouds drift like ancestral ghosts watching
Over the jungle, the nomadic river and bending rice.
I agreed. Who would challenge an angel?
This close to God
Before winter wrapped his misty arms around Sapa
Happy Easter
In the new era of Artificial Intelligence it is hard to believe people once built sets and props, set up cameras and lights, composed and performed their own parody versions of popular songs, employed live pyrotechnics and dealt with the MUA (Marshmallow Union of America) to secure Peep talent. It happened, though, I was there, I can attest. And no matter how amateur hour it might look today, there is something of value in the analog approach.
Lao Cai
I.
On the slope the fog creeps
Over trees and houses with slow surety
A cataract hides the world
In pearly white blindness.
II.
From the high, blue jungle
perfumed with wild spices
The long journey begins
for twisting strands of silver
returning to the sea.
