What motivates me? The rust that eats at the rail, and the withered skin that droops from an old man’s hand – in a word: decay. What motivates me? The blade of grass that, despite all odds, breaks free from…
Category: Thoughts Out Of Season
I haven’t turned on the news yet…
I haven’t turned on the news yet… everything looks to be okay from out my front window. Maybe there is no other world other than what’s out my front window – or, maybe the World goes on forever. and ever,…
Valiant Effort
I’ve seen this man many times over the years, courageously walking down State Street. (Minolta XD-11, Tri-X EI 800, Rodinal stand development)
The poet
The poet makes the private life public. I love, oh how I love! And for my love, I suffer.
Ah, yes… some Friday evening Kerouac…
I was sipping a Goose Island, an Urban Pale Ale, while Kerouac tapped out a groovy beat: boom ta-ta, BOOM-! ta-ta… The clouds are pissing down the broken window-glass, as moonbeams run naked across the morning sky… CJ And now,…
A lovely drizzle…
6:01 am… A lovely drizzle patters off the pavement, as I savor the steam that floats above my coffee cup…
Chasing shadows of light…
I wandered city streets chasing shadows of light through alleyways while Led Zeppelin melodies played through my head. How was your day? Now I’m getting ready to soup a few rolls of black and white film.
God Bless My Addiction #464
Junkies perform Holy rituals upon urine-soaked altars like High Priests consecrating sacraments of Blood, Spike, and Flame. Holy, Holy, mother of my God, blessed are you among addictions, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.