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

backwards

life is continually and inexorably chronological, but there’s no rule against writing it backwards. especially when life is a bit backwards right now, and my shirt is inside out. so instead of a dawn, I’ll begin with a sunset. squinting eyes and sweaty foreheads as a sister of 9 years tramps besides me west down… Continue reading backwards

unity

every day this week the waves have crept stealthily close to the front lines of families sitting unawares underneath umbrellas, hoping to catch amateur-beachers by surprise and wipe out their colorful and sadly unfortified establishments. seasoned families including our little tribe pile all of our belongings onto chairs and strollers, and build trenches in front… Continue reading unity

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

:.:in trench i’m not alone:.:

06/09/19 the stage went black and the cheering of thousands of ecstatic banditøs was ear-splitting. that didn't stop you from adding your own voice. the moment we had all been waiting for was here - the curtain fell dramatically from the ceiling and the bass began booming. the flaming car slowly rose from beneath the… Continue reading :.:in trench i’m not alone:.:

:.:in trench i’m not alone | a prologue:.:

last night was columbus night 2 - the final stop of the bandito tour. and wow, has it been a ride. this era will be legendary. with 95+ shows all around the world i can't even begin to list the iconic things things that have taken place since the end of the hiatus last summer… Continue reading :.:in trench i’m not alone | a prologue:.:

a night in nyc (part one)

i woke to the shout of, "Get up Jul, Dad is taking us to New York with him!" i didn't get up. not then at least. i sat in bed for a few minutes and tried to understand what had been shouted into my room by my sister. but it only sifted around in my… Continue reading a night in nyc (part one)

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

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