something plain and scrambled

cabin life exhibit A


cabin life exhibit B


john pissing in the woods


driving fast/emergency e slide brake


bat in flight, northampton, ma


feather in the sky, nyc


a play i fell asleep at, nyc


today, and as far as i know the mountains are doin fine

intimate fictions

i have been thinking about intimate fictions around charging grass. i especially love it when a prairie of long grass can imitate a writhing sea. all of this keeps me interested.





right now i am disappointed by withholdings.

stomach ache

pain is wading in my stomach, and so i'm trying to refocus my attention here.

it's week 7! the kids are flying out of the nest next week, and then i guess i'll try to soar to the sky. but i am going to predict my wax wings melting, and i'll be back on the ground figuring what i need to do to just walk.

i have been spending my days off with friends at a small cabin in the woods reading, bbqing and shooting guns.

i haven't been particularly good about sending letters but for affirmation purposes i am so good at thinking about all the people i love and miss. i think about you and you all the time, and how i just want to listen to music with you. how i want to go fishing with you. how i want to sleep next to you and make tea in my underwear with you. and i want to share all my fresh fruit with you, and how good we always look together because we are having so much fun. i think about how if i went a million miles away nothing would ever change my love for you. i miss you and you and you and you so bad.