Various and Sundry

In the cadence of Moby's "Run On"

Spring thaws
with a
drip-drip-drip-drip

and water
in pools,
accumulates;

(mossy bits
stirred up
and rising)

- even moss rises
when ya
stir it up.

 

Dekalb
Dec 2014

Spider at Papi's

Papi's place

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Xmas 2014

 

Chi-town Shoreline

Corn Country

Christmas Monkey

Night light

Rude Awakening

4 a.m., day before last, I found myself shambling through the house like a golem, recently expelled from a dark and twisted dream.

I'd insert a 'bunghole' metaphor here - ala Bukowski - but just can't seem to bring it off. Suffice it to say I felt sh*tty and slightly off kilter.

Passing through our dimly lit bathroom, I noticed movement and looked up to lock eyes with my own startling reflection.

The thick lipped and squinty-eyed face looking back at me could've been that of a stocking-faced intruder with its sleep and age distorted features.

The eyes, especially, were odd, and I was reminded of a 70's commercial where you could carve someone's likeness from an apple, then bake it til it shriveled up into a shrunken head.

I remember being fascinated with those eyes as a child - how life-like and human, the bags and creases around them.

Now looking at myself through crab-apple eyes, it struck me I was wearing a mask of my own face, which didn't quite fit.

More and more, I find myself resembling an Old White-Guy.

Which is not entirely surprising, of course, but...

Recently, my father told me I looked like Mit Romney. 

F*cking Perfect.

Seasons Greetings 2014

Moving on

I dreamt last night I was on a small island in Malaysia or Thailand.

The water was warm and chalky blue, teeming with little dark-eyed crustaceans - a cross between pill bugs and shrimp - pinching me as I swam.

Earlier, I'd been lounging in a glass booth within a large hut-like restaurant, regaled with food and drink, when I realized something was amiss.

I made eye contact with a man chopping fish in the market below,  looking at me through what I'd thought was two-way glass - myself, naked to the waist in preparation for some ceremony.

I pointed at my eyes to confirm and he gave a kurt nod in response, looking down and away.

I was apparently on display, perhaps in danger.

I slipped outside the booth, vaulted the railing, and plunged into the blue water.

Minutes later I emerged on the other side of the bay with a familiar couple from my past. We climbed the wide concrete steps emerging from the water and continued up them and over the dune.

I looked back to see a sand volleyball player I'd once known, crouched on the landing.

He, too, gave me a nod - but seemed disinterested.

He was from another life and it seemed I was moving on to the next.

  

all things converging

Just another day

We were walking on a well worn path worn through a grove of large cottonwood trees.

It meandered, the path, curbed by great shaggy trunks and little boulder filled hillocks, with tree roots and cobble stones here and there.

It was beautiful but slow going and I soon decided to fly - glide really - and I pushed forward into the air about chest high, leaving my feet and letting momentum carry me, kind of like skate boarding only not.

You really should learn, I said.

I know, you replied, and at that same moment what we thought had been another hillock started to move just ahead of us.

It was a guinea pig (the size of a VW Bus) and it snuffled once, in gentle exasperation, and then ambled off into the forest.

It was all so normal.