tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21328931636964741372024-03-21T14:27:58.454-10:00 in other words by Marguerite SaxtonUnknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-61110791999508052222022-07-25T21:30:00.005-10:002022-08-19T14:49:11.297-10:00a sample of my creations from 2018 - present<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDicJGgivgPQJMyq2hLK1tFmAvjOrXjj-coLbg9nRBA4DKaxC9lt49RtRfn7gPy3_E1Ufq6juZAgjv18dMRT3d49DscCiq81jPmGmYdD1EddCWqtqnfqHPbbEwKUZ-dkg39JIWXt1Djg6boSu7HqKa7x95U1bEau5z_nabZ9LMufD4QgLJHrA7TuVF/s2938/IMG_9827.heic" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2938" data-original-width="2319" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDicJGgivgPQJMyq2hLK1tFmAvjOrXjj-coLbg9nRBA4DKaxC9lt49RtRfn7gPy3_E1Ufq6juZAgjv18dMRT3d49DscCiq81jPmGmYdD1EddCWqtqnfqHPbbEwKUZ-dkg39JIWXt1Djg6boSu7HqKa7x95U1bEau5z_nabZ9LMufD4QgLJHrA7TuVF/w314-h402/IMG_9827.heic" width="314" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiIuEfBQP1yfawj9UxSszD25cKPWR1mq37nHvJ01cM2iJ5bF82Zn7QXTjyJD6GCQGyF5YyBP3-_J_yOMzV6KV3mlca0HFiBGklArRc_DXeKE5kqsXaEkwALAUCPbMbnOx_ax30ZAwfwzfc2tdOrtxMCUM8-0rPM4_eU4qcOvHueZnSzAaGXTMyRvD9L" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="387" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/w0xI8yJOrYA" width="551" youtube-src-id="w0xI8yJOrYA"></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-75162854763875304852022-06-29T00:12:00.002-10:002022-06-29T00:12:15.697-10:00inspired by a passage from "Hallucinations: or, The Ill-Fated Peregrinations of Fray Servando" by Reinaldo Arenas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdwzfmcSGWiMYh7y24e-I13XJ4M5CotPDdWWZmE6W7NSSrm7t7_nSRF2Q0ovsNTjLKeXXSTT48d97LLQZsKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-60695471685909849062022-06-28T23:57:00.003-10:002022-06-29T00:05:14.935-10:00owl <p> this mezcal manhattan and a mountain.</p><p>i mean,</p><p>a fountain.</p><p>i mean,</p><p>we aren't in danger now </p><p>and we don't hold breaths here. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-63928224803110891032022-06-28T00:15:00.001-10:002022-06-28T00:15:03.876-10:00nammod<p>every day.</p><p>equal parts waiting, </p><p>equal parts killing it all.</p><p>i carry a faint scent in my pocket, once in while moving it to the back to pretend it's behind me. </p><p>sometimes, it gets taken out,</p><p>mixed with water.</p><p>sometimes, it gets thrown off a cliff or smashed into the dirt or set on fire.</p><p>but it comes back,</p><p>rematerialized</p><p>and rude;</p><p>gentle but demanding to know the</p><p>other names, </p><p>the ones I want to be written because i want to love them.</p><p>and i stay </p><p>disassembling the letters of a special one because </p><p>it </p><p><br /></p><p>takes </p><p><br /></p><p>up </p><p><br /></p><p>space.</p><p><br /></p><p>spaced in the space i don't have because the scent is getting fainter</p><p>and yes, i know. </p><p>others have "U's" too.</p><p><br /></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-84855745716780997022022-06-20T23:06:00.005-10:002022-06-20T23:33:17.829-10:00"jd"<p>Produced in 2020. Visual essay adaptation of Horacio Quiroga's 1920 short story, "Juan Darién". Special thanks to Castro-Winter Studios, Dusty Circuits, Franz Bühler, and Nando Rivas for making this project happen (in a pandemic).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="496" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/t7bdYtHdMGY" width="597" youtube-src-id="t7bdYtHdMGY"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-83947312041167084182022-06-20T22:44:00.007-10:002022-06-20T23:00:30.014-10:00gspl<p>somewhere between suicidal and just really tired. you know this place, don't you?</p><p>the word is taboo. but it's not about ending living's lease. what if your body were origami and i could rearrange it how i pleased? an empty cupboard. so lite. so new. unordinary and full of what used to be you.</p><p><br /></p><p>somewhere between novelty and nowhere. where, where...where you get everything you wanted and messages don't make it through. well, some do. but others remain suspended in silence. intoned by guesses and closed down cells. resounding in grocery store parking lots like some playful hell. </p><p>so. </p><p>would it feel nice to be capsized then reorganized?</p><p>to fall into the version where you question if it happened at all. because now it's so quiet and it's nowhere and I went home to a wife and a life that is better or broader or bent in the right direction. would you sit in the questions? pine for a goddamn lesson? </p><p><br /></p><p>would you even know what to do? </p><p><br /></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-79822085455435086482022-06-11T12:40:00.015-10:002022-06-20T22:29:49.096-10:00ll<p><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">I’ll carve two lines in me if it means I won’t forget you</span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">If it gives the tactile jog of who you are<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">may be for me</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">One line for M</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The other line for M</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Running parallel and raised</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Streaming <i>sangre</i> and the daze<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">of making decisions</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Never not there</span></p><p class="p3" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Two lines</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Running parallel</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Etched into my thigh</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Ones that touched<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">then exploded</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Broke and imploded rules and people and<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">things that were made to protect<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-40308867855543248882020-11-03T16:00:00.009-10:002021-01-20T16:40:23.604-10:006 yr stopa thing gets stuck. <div><br /></div><div>frozen and numbed in nuance. </div><div><br /></div><div>until the big (ah)wareness to change. </div><div> </div><div>the sculpting clay of repetition was once rich and wet.</div><div><br /></div><div>the caliche blew hard and the coyote moon ate up dreams. </div><div>the sagging saguaro blew rain upside-down </div><div>and </div><div>the old whistling was ground into gears of pace and ingenuity. </div><div><br /></div><div>until there were these eyes, </div><div>opened,</div><div>i thought i knew the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>i, </div><div>rotted in routine, </div><div>now thawing, </div><div>praying...still asking, </div><div><br /></div><div>more?</div>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-69767153916462086412020-09-28T15:40:00.005-10:002020-09-28T15:42:03.143-10:00palo verde<p>cactus & candles and a new place to live</p><p>yet another new place to live</p><p>how often one scoops</p><p>carries their own bag of bones</p><p>their stupid sack of flesh</p><p>their silly sinews</p><p>all arranged into a human</p><p><br /></p><p>how often do i dig under my own feet to find where i begin </p><p>then i begin</p><p>to trace the roots and tap the umbilical origin</p><p><br /></p><p>of palo verde green and still observations</p><p>cool nature</p><p>the romance of this "desertness"</p><p>how perfect to be waiting here for him</p><p>always waiting on him</p><p>to come around</p>Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-32471389880405074712019-09-16T18:53:00.001-10:002019-09-16T18:55:05.072-10:00not scary <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
kissed someone with your nose<br />
and after all these years<br />
the shape of it<br />
<br />
still<br />
<br />
gets in between my glue<br />
and elongates the space<br />
makes present some emptiness<br />
some physical erasure<br />
of cells and tissue<br />
<br />
me: the aesthete<br />
the other: amalgamation of resistance, beauty, and<br />
the patterned way I dysfunction<br />
<br />
just the profile and present moment<br />
color/ jaws/ soft hairs/ tiny mountain<br />
<br />
arching in rigid genetics<br />
taking up face<br />
the way a nose does<br />
<br />
shoring up tsunamis<br />
through simple breath of being<br />
floods me back to wandering and existing<br />
<br />
in Hawaii/ San Francisco/ Oakland/ Wisconsin<br />
to party drugs and some<br />
little succulents in the big window of our 2<br />
bedroom flat<br />
<br />
the one near the beach<br />
to life had, had, and had<br />
to noodles and rain<br />
to a single regret<br />
to leaving him for paradise<br />
to finding my real name<br />
<br />
confounding and funny<br />
how much lives in a body<br />
when another body feels it<br />
ain’t nothing more real<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-44014099650898002222019-08-26T19:16:00.004-10:002020-11-03T16:15:05.566-10:00summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">mezcal from a paper cup</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in a place </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">i don’t know </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">orange rose up </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">grabbing</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">complicated nights </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">but only in my head </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">a spread out landscape </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">and too many details </span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">pueblo eyes are very good at remembering </span></div><div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the stars </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">take notes</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the ground </span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">simmers</span></div><div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the mountains are always made of mud</span></div>
</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-57638980613416637802019-08-21T18:16:00.005-10:002020-11-03T16:21:00.632-10:00side door<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the light is coming undone </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the wind blows hard and hot </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">an archetype</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">a temptation </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">a floatation </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">and I’m preparing to watch the rest</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">suicide </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">this other person’s story</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the click of light</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the burn of sun</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the getting over of someone</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the getting under them too</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the finding space in the social </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">perimeter </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">the parameter </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">wiggling the dagger </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">finding the millimeter </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">of humanness</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">some</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #454545; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-size-adjust: auto;">
<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">try </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">to pierce </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">s</span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">ome </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"><br /></span></div><div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">arrive</span></div>
<div class="p2" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 20.3px;">
<span><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"></span><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">and the wind is still hot while it belies the answer of a big, big question:</span></div><div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";"> </span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">can <i>i</i> come in now?</span></div>
<div class="p1" style="color: #454545; font-family: ".sf ui text"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span class="s1" style="font-family: ".sfuitext";">should i use the side door? </span></div>
</div>
</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-8533447641990327382019-05-13T15:05:00.000-10:002019-05-13T15:05:55.517-10:00onion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
forging strange statements at uncomfortable hours<br />
the typical time for drunken poetics<br />
<br />
the purity of this kind of poverty<br />
this kind of integrity<br />
this kind of nuisance<br />
<br />
destroying a texture<br />
diseasing a mind<br />
worrying out worm holes<br />
crushing chasms<br />
<br />
there are woolen patches where flesh was<br />
they work their way to a core<br />
they make their way through arterial passages<br />
into a more profound and pounded kind of pavement<br />
the stiff seriousness of a stone that keeps peeling back like onions</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-40856931426228913062019-04-17T07:31:00.002-10:002019-04-17T07:32:34.630-10:00dull knives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
there aren't many "no's"<br />
and who the hell knows the best way to share a heart.<br />
<br />
how to explore the ugly ridges that line the drawers<br />
the crumbs accumulated<br />
the residue of too many spilt drinks<br />
late nights<br />
snacks<br />
naps<br />
leftovers<br />
a burn or two.<br />
<br />
who's the guide? who has the power?<br />
at what hour do I bend on knee to consult the demigod<br />
the oracle<br />
the magician<br />
who stirs up primitive and necessary chaos as a harbinger of healing.<br />
<br />
no one knows<br />
they're flailing too.<br />
they've moved homes<br />
are moving within the Self.<br />
<br />
they're scraping back old wallpaper<br />
misunderstanding<br />
using dull knives<br />
too.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-8116797022431491792019-04-10T10:20:00.001-10:002019-08-21T17:50:48.731-10:00Jüp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
bury my face in the desert<br />
the rigid push back of denim.<br />
black and born of Jupiter.<br />
in it I find the smell of home<br />
unlikely, unexpected.<br />
<br />
the sweet lips of conspiracy<br />
meet easily and are a part<br />
as I feel my ribs in four dimensions.<br />
as I find my thighs in the thickness.<br />
strokes of internal grabbing<br />
the raw scratch against my back.<br />
<br />
a tawdry tarantula lives in my bloodtype.<br />
strong and misleading<br />
a truthful bitch<br />
who pushes me off planets<br />
and teases<br />
frequently suggesting that I don't know how.<br />
<br />
the firming age of a saguaro<br />
sneaks into my vulnerable ground.<br />
<br />
what a tiny root, an immature possibility.<br />
what comes of this wildness?<br />
<br />
some new found embodiment or a life?<br />
lessons all the while the creosote is knocking at my nostrils.<br />
inducing, attracting fear-laced allergic reactions.<br />
<br />
buried under too much is a small light.<br />
here is rounded out a den.<br />
here sleeps a stone that once beat blood.<br />
here, an opening.<br />
here, this is<br />
here, what is.<br />
feeling.<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-24632252695297529612019-04-04T07:28:00.001-10:002019-04-04T07:28:07.859-10:00newness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
clarified by fire<br />
such a precise prism<br />
pointing to purpose and unforgiving realism<br />
<br />
like lightning<br />
smashing the ground<br />
smacking its womenfolk into change<br />
<br />
a collective war call<br />
of all the women hurt by men<br />
of all the minds drawn into madness and mindlessness<br />
<br />
there's a burgundy burping<br />
a stewing slurp, a velvet thing<br />
<br />
a heart<br />
strung up like yesterday's laundry </div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-53250080740507365122018-11-21T08:44:00.000-10:002018-11-21T08:44:06.475-10:00haha<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i live with loss.<br />
i love with skeletons. future ghosts.<br />
untethered ones. who find wormholes in between bouts of communication. fits of furrowed fantasies.<br />
<br />
i live in the credited time. the one I pay back - not them - I.<br />
after their scent is stronger than their Self.<br />
<br />
i live with legends. who haunt the hallways of my memory. make more space than is healthy. <br />
carve into the woodgrain - their initials - then "haha".<br />
<br />
i love with bones. no meat remains. nor mumbles anymore.<br />
just wind blown in by the dashing of bodies. the retreating of healing.<br />
i live with ghosts. </div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-82490385677697963612018-11-19T08:48:00.000-10:002019-04-10T20:21:38.204-10:00the un-knowing <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the superficial bolster<br />
the way I feel okay today<br />
having been urged to open up<br />
to trust<br />
to believe<br />
<br />
if i could have told me<br />
too<br />
<br />
operating from a cloudy heart<br />
the one that doesn't pull apart fear from weird<br />
boundary from neared love<br />
<br />
he asked me to believe<br />
to take leave of suspicion<br />
to retire my intuition that he was ill-equipped to see into fruition a real loving thing<br />
<br />
how to remain<br />
how to entertain the universe when it brings tricks<br />
when it treats your heart like a piece of meat<br />
how i can't even beat my brain into getting it<br />
<br />
trust<br />
and release<br />
<br />
surrender into the unknowing<br />
let the un-showing of me proceed<br />
let the growing of me precede<br />
let the un-knowing just be</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-1345584935322782572018-09-02T23:31:00.000-10:002018-09-02T23:31:02.899-10:00too<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
2 devils on my side reaching up<br />
a wind pushing through their tan<br />
<br />
bringing forth that misery/those fucking memories<br />
-nothing is too pure-<br />
<br />
the storm whips<br />
sucking sobriety from the air<br />
<br />
a moaning monsoon<br />
so let's crash into strips/pray into it's drips<br />
<br />
a human attempt<br />
violet grays/atmospheric display of violence and surrender<br />
<br />
i had, i have, i have never, i will never<br />
be more than this<br />
-so forgive this intrusion and allow me to move in-<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-86126179726587173902018-09-02T23:20:00.001-10:002018-09-02T23:20:15.114-10:00Excerpt from "Discovery of Life"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What a short time I have lived! My birth is so recent, there is no unit of measure to count my age. I have just been born! I have not even lived yet! Gentlemen: I am so tiny, the day hardly fits inside me.<br />
<br />
~César Vallejo</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-35733362437995394112018-09-02T23:16:00.001-10:002018-09-02T23:16:25.136-10:00in between<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i am icebergs<br />
melting in catastrophic collections<br />
crashing to a hundred humbled selves<br />
floating<br />
then melting<br />
to the bottom of a foreign philosophy<br />
a frigid water<br />
<br />
i know rivers<br />
i am rivers.<br />
<br />
the euphoria of euphemisms is escaping through the windows<br />
blending<br />
with the blinding heat<br />
swelling in sultry truths<br />
digging in and bleeding<br />
bleed for it.<br />
<br />
one hundred ten degrees<br />
three hundred sixty moments<br />
pushed through the earth<br />
prominent and purposeful staring you in the eye<br />
"i am here, how about you?"<br />
<br />
where do you exist?<br />
how hard have you pushed your low-lying levels<br />
in the light?<br />
when have you ever struggled<br />
to birth a mountain?</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-75910548437977668502017-11-20T18:32:00.001-10:002019-04-11T05:37:11.892-10:00Let go <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I continue loving you<br />
From a nebulous place<br />
Where my ribs spread apart<br />
Open<br />
Where the planets grow<br />
Storming<br />
The diverted, dimensional blackness<br />
Where blood doesn't create neatness<br />
And where star explosions heal<br />
<br />
Gushing chasms<br />
<br />
I now love you from the distance<br />
From inside the folds of time<br />
They now wrap around my words<br />
Gruel and grief<br />
Marking the lines<br />
An uphill view<br />
Spills hard and crash<br />
Crashing<br />
Crushing me into the will of something greater</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-5070514062664125562017-10-11T18:12:00.001-10:002017-10-11T18:12:24.607-10:00sonora<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i thank the desert for humbling me again, bringing me back in after i spoke sour and shaming.<br />
i thank the dirt and creosote for crawling under my nails, and into my locks, and through my sinuses and across the wood floors.<br />
i thank the pink meteor fire-grapejuice-burgundy sunsets that rip my heart out and trigger the trains - those stupid trains -haunt my sleep, whistle into my dreams - and remind me that choices do exist.<br />
i thank the weight and responsibility i feel again, the one that had drained in imperceivable drips, year after year, when i lived in California.<br />
i thank the eagles, and owls, and coyotes, and the blooming saguaros. you've given me meditation, a voice, silence, memories. life again<br />
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Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132893163696474137.post-81438954837011764332017-10-11T17:53:00.000-10:002017-10-11T17:53:17.461-10:00way out west<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
the way in the water<br />
<br />
the way the sunset reflects<br />
off the water<br />
<br />
the way old timers hold eachother<br />
<br />
the way in the wash<br />
<br />
the way this day<br />
find its own tail<br />
<br />
the way it fails<br />
<br />
the way I am within this self<br />
<br />
known too well</div>
Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14389204144848666616noreply@blogger.com