Nobody's creekbed

songs, prayers, poetry, stories, art, photographs, moving pictures, fondnesses, tall-tales and meditations

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Right now I am the fantasy--
Of the young boy. . .
Of the young mother and father. . .
Of the dawn.

Friday, December 30, 2011

I keep waiting for all this technology to provide me a new way of communicating with people.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

I am in the marrow. I am not the surface.

In the photograph
You were a mess
And I was a mess

And I wish you were alive

Saturday, December 17, 2011

pre- and post-everything
lollipop gunship

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The distance events are near the end of the meet.
Long after the rest have gone,
I stay to watch you run.

The sound of you in you being,
close sphere of purpose:
every breath
a prayer in and out of you,
every stride
a promise lifting you.
"It is simple," you say,
"It is not a race."

Movement as medicine,
intimate interaction with environment.

lighten up."

That I might close my eyes and know everything. . .

you go airborne

I see you
outside time

Check out the great photographs that Next To Me Studios, based in San Diego, produced at the wedding of Lauren and Kesley Brookes in September of this year, for which I wrote a long new poem and conducted the ceremony. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful moment in this life, and I still ring inside at the very thought of it all.

One may contact or find out more about San Diego's Next To Me Studios here on their Facebook page.

 photography by Next to Me Studios

Sunday, December 04, 2011

The organism atrophied and became a conduit for self-loathing wit.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

When I write my "Baby Got Back". . .

Thursday, December 01, 2011

the grass, the earth
smelled as it always did
but more so

and the sun too held no secrets