19 October 2022

first frost, oct '22


 

you do not tell your most sacred stories until the first frost

and always

in the dark

 

since 2004 internet searches for the word ‘anxiety’

have gone up 300%

but there is ‘wisdom in insecurity’

sitting with the unknown in the dark

on an empty stomach

while the world sleeps

 

too much summer

the leaves are crisp kindling

and the stories are delayed 

cold air in the morning

off-set by lung-tightening wild fire smoke at daylight

 

altered states are only useful

as long as they are just that

 

will i ever come back?

will we ever come back?

 

where there is perfection

where the known is set in stone

 

there are no stories to tell

 

just stagnant wild fire smoke

hanging in the valley

for an endless summer

11 August 2022

 i saw you

walking along 82nd avenue

between the used car lots and massage parlors

in oversized jeans looking like a 90s raver

slowly but surely tearing all your clothes off

blue sky

75 degree fahrenheit

a perfect breeze


shattered

i saw you

28 June 2022




 

29 May 2022

21 Years in Portland Oregon

walking to the bookshop to pick up a Robinson Jeffers collection before I leave town for a week, 
a skateboarder, 
twenty-one years my junior blasts by taking one lane of the road 
pococurante 
grabbing my attention 

you can learn a lot about authenticity by a push 
this young man is the real thing 

inside the bookshop, I can’t find much Robinson Jeffers.
I hear that this is the case with this California poet 
I finger through one slim volume but no words grab my attention 
I put it back on the shelf and suddenly realize there are a lot of great poets between J and O 
among them 
Leroi Jones 
Mary Oliver 
I pick up a collection by Mary Oliver and read a great poem about death
and that’s me and $20
easily separated 

outside the bookshop the same skateboarder is sitting down reading Hesse’s Siddhartha 
twenty-one years ago I wouldn’t have said anything to him 
but today I say, “That’s a good one.” he grunts back “It sure is.” 

I still love this city but I can’t wait to get into the woods with Mary.

01 May 2022

28 April 2022

Sticker Packs Are In



 Order Here:

 in The US
International

23 March 2022

 pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

 pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war 

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war 

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

pet cloning

virtual reality

nuclear war

22 February 2022

Destroy Power Not People

Everyone wants the same thing. 

To eat well, 

have a safe place to sleep 

and pursue some fun. 

To sit on a cliff top on a sunny day 

or tell/ hear a good story 

while we waste away our days

until we rejoin the cosmic everything. 


It is pretty fucking simple.

And we want it for everyone.


Yet


From Normandale Park in NE  Portland

To the Ukraine

the wrong kind of people are set to gain

because we let them

time and time again. 

21 January 2022