jess+colin+(jim).

chili-honey-based dressing over greens and fried chicken.
baked macaroni and cheese topped with gruyere and goldfish.
prosciutto-wrapped pork tenderloin, honey-glazed, rosted in yams and pears
strawberry jam cheesecake.

sleepy time.

(photos, de jesus)

new objective:
travel and cook.

"our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. it is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. your playing small does not serve the world."

-nelson mandela.

table.
no ceiling.
cigarette
lasts til
dawn.

arthur russell plays.
the line made me aware
that my hands were on the wheel,
retrieving the baggage we left behind.

warm wishes and sweet goodbyes with strangers,
you scream out the rear window with confidence.

i once again remember that
it's hard to feel this close to people
when they aren't sharing the beat
of my dying car speakers.

i love you.
and you.

and couldn't be more happy
to finish that bottle
as soon as
we get
home.

i've never laughed so hard in my life.
happy birthday, dickhead.

i hate EVERYTHING about you.

recent escapist enjoyment.

colouring of pigeons.

i talked to duda today.
with a short pep talk,
he handed me a new gift.

check it out:

theknife.net

colouring of pigeons.
-the knife (collaboration with mt. sims and planningtorock)

northern forms existed in their own homes
thousand - yellow - cocoons
under - over ñ through

a few southern vegetable forms
on the mountains of Borneo
under - over - through
donkey ñ peacock ñ goose

in the mouth of the river
a strange ñ scene - it is
every ñ thing - in flames

ihe sky with lightning
and the water, luminous
a strange ñ scene - it is
under - over ñ through

six weeks old
Henrietta smiled for the first time
tail ñ habits ñ proof
instinct ñ that ñ moves

emma saw him smile
not only with lips
but eyes
erasmus ñ grab - a spoon
europe - hides ñ wool

mr peacock and captain beaufort
endemic - alpine - grooves
bread-fruit ñ cinnamon ñ tunes

tonight itís blowing
thick bodies of spray whirled across the bay
Whatever - might - have been
the cause - of the ñ retreat

columbia livia
great ages through
course of days
tumblers, jacobins
beak shapes, skeletal traits
runts and carriers
wooden hexagonal cage
pouters and fantails
tail feathers at what age?
grey and white spotted
markings in making
my great amusement

behind land house a gental cooing
behind land house the offspringís moving
the delight of once again being home
the delight of once again being home

bon iver. lump sum

sold my cold knot/ a heavy stone/ sold my red horse for a venture home/ to vanish on the bow -- settling slow/

fit it all, fit it in the doldrums/ (or so the story goes)/ color the era/ film it's historical

my mile could not/ pump the plumb/ in my arbor 'till my ardor/ trumped every inner inertia/lump sum/

all at once/ rushing from the sub-pump/ (or so the story goes)/ balance we won't know/ we will see when it gets warm

lindsay visits. mansfield, december 2009.

patiently, he sits at the bus stop.
the homeless woman next to him
appears at 8am every morning,
she smells like piss and talks to herself.

a man with a long white beard
and tall white hat crosses the intersection.
she starts to mumble louder.
he sips on his coffee.

in thirty seconds,
a collision
of wonderful
colors.

between shots. chris. mansfield. december 2009


glasses. chris. mansfield. december 2009

day 3. rain.

kaub splash.


epic fail.


rainbow out the front door.


observatory.


post rain los angeles.


second shooter.

kaub. rainy monday. mansfield/griffith park, los angeles. december 2009.

day 3. mud.

mud.hug


out.


untitled. chris.


ripped pant.


wrapping up.


stream.clean

chris + tyler. griffith park. december 2009

resolved in a new direction,
it would not be anything pivotal.

excuses overlooked and forgiveness
was exchanged at alarmingly
low rates.

these sins become everything with
no means of absolution.

so he spends forever a day,
running around town
to let his actions speak.

i once was this to you,
and you to me.