clean

sorting through the woodpile, readying rooms, the ever growing list of things more pressing than what once was.  the activity stirs the dust which has become comfortable in our distraction.....................

evening........

words are easy to hide behind, twisting and winding through an invented grammar of nouns and verbs.  subjecated we are to these shortcomings, once in a while seeing the expanse beyond the horizontal line drawn in the sand by those that have come before us......................

one more shift......

formatted for the plentiful left overs of consumer clutter, some will wander and see the beauty of a two liter dr. pepper discard, next to bushes rooting into apartment complex concrete.  each item possessing a personality, cute and maddening at the same time, the dry ringing of acoustic guitars leading the march into the inknown, or the felt, yet unacknowledged, as if we have no say in the matter, i wish not to give power away so quickly, remember, remembr, rememb, remem, reme, rem, re, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...............................

camping, doodling

the woods smell sweet in the waning days of june, a thick mist of sleepy summer hangs over the tree tops.  slow conversations and fast drawings fill days with dynamic sloppiness,  although inspiring at times, the noise can be overwhelming.  perspective gained over time spent gives nine lives a new meaning and new life approaches.
a bit more of a bit less i think would do me good.  everything, everywhere, all the intentions and all the action, the quiet is lost under a sea of chatter............

objective is perspective.....

a run in with addiction leads to necessary de-escalation, a different definition of need, the struggle to guide without commanding, to accept what is there while attempting to manifest the outcome, coursework in parenting the next few months will be..............

meeting outside........

listening to the outside voice of sparkling children street crossing in the dead of day, during which the call of porches are stronger than work, it is then that i sit and count my blessings, wondering when master plans will be forsaken, the future perishing on a cross somewhere in some meadow in some far off forgotten land..............

what i have been doing....

anonymity allows for  atrocities, fear of the unknown masked in maniputlative garb.  the longest day quickly approaches, what has been talked of for so long has already begun and is spinning out of control.  the sound of old friend voices brings waves of comfort and confusion, once again the unknown is standing where it always does, which is to say everywhere............

no hay fallo

i am unimpressed with the end result, leaving me with the unease of the performance, the shaky hand and self doubt visitations on regular intervals.  respect is in the outcome and the boundaries are pushed out to where i am unable to see them.  process is reinforced in other words and i want another chance................

the berth and breath of the day

the sea of intentions and petitions eats slowly at the shore, a door has either slammed shut or opened violently, depends on which side of the door you are wanting to be on.  unknowing of a conclusion, i'll sit and show what i have been spending/wasting my time on lately, once again it all depends on which side of the door one wants to reside........

waiting in the weeds

the days are running by in marathon style, i am finding it difficult to accomplish all that i set out to do.  priorities are shifting by the minute.  the back burners are impatiently full, buckling under the winter weight, small steps need to lead to larger leaps and then the ground might stand still for a moment....................
are you looking for a hot good time, well this ain't the right blog, but come check out this party friday night and you can watch me (and others far more talented) paint a picture, whilst others make musical magic.  oh the joy!

shameless

information is everywhere, it is hard to determine if i am seeing actuality or the messages hidden in the presentation.  the wind is howling, and i have an opening tonight.......

life and limb

17th and east burnside

6p-9p

and as my favoritest person in the world says,

"heart"

the calm

the pieces, after being thrust toward the sky fall gently into the waiting arms of the damp dust inhabiting the lazy corners.  walking only on the solid squares of sidewalk will not make one forget the cracks inbetween......

clouds break through a swing shift mentality, feeling the sun but not asking questions yet,  a favorite comes to town tonight.  hoping for a burst of opinionating inspiration, but will settle for a good performance, the following are paid advertisements...............