spray-paint craters

i pose a question: have you ever stared into the flames of a campfire for an hour and suddenly are struck with the thought that your inner world is often much more real than the physical outer world? i provide an answer: i had a dream that a tidal wave washed away the boardwalk and… Continue reading spray-paint craters

hurricane: a sketch

My body is no longer firm and terrestrial; it is resolved into its constituent atoms, subtilized, volatilized. Sublimed into imponderable vapor, I mingle and am lost in the endless sources of those vast globular volumes of vaporous mists, which roll upon their flaming orbits through infinite space.Journey to the Center of the Earth i was… Continue reading hurricane: a sketch

one last salute: a sketch

we ordered root beer at the drive-through but the liquid that I am intermittently sipping tastes of bubblegum coke. everything has a special flavor, however, when you're driving down a highway with a car full of people you love, heading away from home and into the last salute to the summer of '19. one final… Continue reading one last salute: a sketch

goodbye island

yesterday i stared through the water into the rainbow lattice of light that danced on the bottom of the sea - making all of the shadows seem like holograms - and tried to lock it into my memory. the sun was dropping below the horizon but its rays were warmer and more golden then ever… Continue reading goodbye island

on sky and star

I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star

on water and impressions

my first look left me with a drawn-out gasp and widened eyes. I had never seen the ocean so blue. I had never seen the ocean so clear. And I had never seen the ocean so beautiful. I had no words for the moment, partially due to the fact that I had lost my voice… Continue reading on water and impressions

melt into the sunshine: a sketch

sitting on a broken beach chair beneath the shade of the enormous maple in the front yard. it's 4:42 p.m. and the sunshine is golden - a rich, shimmering golden that embraces you with every beam that touches your shoulder. the sky is blue almost to a fault - the brilliance seems more like a… Continue reading melt into the sunshine: a sketch