Time
Boundto its orbit isthe watch hand This poem was originally composed in 2017, but was unpublished till now. It has been changed in formatting from the original.
A short text goes a long way: revisiting my micro-poems
At home here’s a little A5 Clairefontaine notebook in pink that’s shelved among a lot of other archived notebooks. It’s worn and just over half full, and across its silky lined pages are all of my earliest poems written in a rainbow of fountain pen inks. Those early poems were full of getting out all … Read more A short text goes a long way: revisiting my micro-poems
At work on “The Lovers”
Back about a year ago, I shot some photos of Brian Deemy while he was working on this tintype piece that he would title “The Lovers”, a part of his recently completed tarot series. I think this is a decent photograph of him at work on his mannequins. For several years now he has been … Read more At work on “The Lovers”
Desert moon through the trees
Here’s a photograph I shot back in fall of 2014, most likely. I would have to find my notebook of film shooting notes that I made at the time to confirm, but I don’t know where it is right now. (It’s probably in storage somewhere when it should be on my bookshelf. I’ll look for … Read more Desert moon through the trees
Scratchpad has moved
I implemented some changes today that I had been considering for a while and finally decided needed to be done. Mainly it was moving Scratchpad from a separate website that was connected to a subdomain of this website and instead giving it a new home on my personal blog, The Sojourner’s Wasteland. The link to … Read more Scratchpad has moved
Dark coast
I’m on the beach. It’s night. The wind is still as loud as I remember it. Somehow I know I’m not really here. It’s just a nocturnal deception of closed eyes. But I walk to the sea. The skin on my feet feels repulse with the shock of the cold water, the bitterness of September’s … Read more Dark coast
It depends
When I take this photograph of a paper towel, I am thinking how this is not a “good” photograph and how one might talk about the large amount of negative space in the center and lower left part of the image. I also think of how the image is only shape, color, and texture; how … Read more It depends
Reflecting on finishing my degree
It’s been joy and it’s been pain. It’s been elation and it’s been heartache. But it’s done. I am not satisfied with all that has transpired, but I am satisfied with my determination to finish. I know I succumbed to some struggles, but I later overcame some of them. I made progress. It wasn’t a … Read more Reflecting on finishing my degree
Act Like Them
I act like them.
I speak like them.
I hang like them.
But I’ll never be one of them. …