street seers

A cast
a dexter sex

Awed @ great beards
we stare
wear fads
we see free beds
refer ever as crest treaders

we test begs
gas %ages

red faces are
dead gears
we see a seers grave as
craved weeds

we see rest as dead
get wasted free
taste sex

we greet deeds as tests
we see war
as great text

we wear red sweaterdresses
we are street seers

time

tie me
to it, manacled everywhichway

met it with some contempt today

one derisive wink of red from the alarm clock
a synchronic call from a friend
to make use of it - time!

what's a waste?
this productive?
in what way?

time chasing,
fleeting
pull from every direction

a tug of war, me as the knot
more tension

rope taut

my shoulders tense, so i lay
down and sleep some times

star hues

he says scars are souvenirs we never lose
i say stars are tears, frozen
flickering with hues

we've always wondered if there's a color
we have not yet seen

i know it's there,
our moon shines it in
the silhouette of our trees

death acceptance:
we'll never know until our time

do we have time to understand it?
that would take hours
of musing over moons
untouchable
colors and
star hues...

skansky

everyone knows someone inspiring. i am lucky enough to know a couplefew.

this post is in awe of stephanie kansky, a buddy i consider best from the liu college days. she's my creative motivation, muse and mentor. lately, she has been posting incredible paintings she's been up to. my own little boulder bedroom is littered with skanksy art and font. this is a photograph steph took from the Union Square Pillow Fight



brilliant.

*miss you kid

emotion game

Finally, Rachel and Tim have jumped on the bike-wagon and decided riding bikes in Boulder is just about the funnnnnest thing one can do.

Tim and I rode up to Rachel's work Espresso Roma, grabbed some PBR bullets from the shop across the street and began our "imbibe and play" night. I offered that we play the "emotion game" which was introduced to me by my dear Syracuse buddies Will Chidsey and Luke O'Brien.

Basically, you take a camera, point it at a friend and give them an emotion. They must give you an impression, idea, response to that emotion. Tim and I exchanged with this game for a few moments then moved on to a much more artistic (and PBR induced) endeavor.

Here is what came of this game . . .

First! The participants: Tim, the despondent deliverer; Rachel, the Alaskan; Meghann, the "ant in my cup?"; Mary, the squiggle lion; and Melanie, the flattered baker.







Now here are some photos of words, emotions and phrases. Care to take a poke at what they might be???
















Needless to say, it was a good time.

and I must say, everyone should have a Mary in their life. She makes all her friends quilts. She just turned 60 on March 18th.

Jeanie Fay

This is Jeanie Marie Fay. She blessed my presence last year from April to December on 4th street in Boulder. A companion during troubling times, partner for hikes and bike rides and fellow lover of life and vitality. She left Boulder in December in search of a space more fitting for her mind; in February, Jeanie found out she has a brain tumor and went into immediate surgery. She has undergone two serious surgeries to remove the tumor from behind her cerebellum. Please send this beautiful person thoughts and prayers as she fights this terrible mutation struggling inside of her.

http://friendsofjeaniefay.com/default.aspx

HOOP

we come spinning out of nothingness
scattering stars...
the stars form a circle,
and in the circle, we dance.

- rumi


My life has recently taken a spin, literally. I have decided to go back to working with Autumn Teneyl at festivals and art shows throughout the summer.

My second show will be Telluride Bluegrass where I will be biking there with Bluegrass by Bike, a team of hammocking madmen.

After that will be Taos Solar Music Festival, then back up to Boulder for a week of Summer Writing Program with Bob Holman.

Got a few weeks off then Rocky Grass up in Lyons, CO, which is a little town with a trickling creek that I want to pile rocks at.

A few other festivals in Denver, Lyons, Aspen, Boulder, etc... then hopefully off to Burning Man with que, chels, ali and alecia.

To top it all off, chels might be moving to Boulder in order to pursue her ecology career. Kudos - good choice ;)

In between it all will be flower shop and friends, writing, biking, hiking and making friends with vikings.

Oh! and P.S. Check out the new company I'll be freelancing for being a hoopdance instructor: Hoopnotica.

maybe sparrow?

i've done time before -
been on the stage with
my heart flapping in the
wind
and forgot all the words

it's this vulnerability
of skin to the wind
that exhilarates
and deflates us
simultaneously

jagged chin

something about the
tilted silhouette of
him writing
that spills his
head out onto the space
that fills his booth-
If only I could decode
the air particles
and rays around
the shadows of his
face

invisibility mechanism

don't know how to heal
a wound
that never feels the blues
don't know how to hide
my eyes -
never feels too soon

everybody stares my skin
into fringes on the stage
so i wear this hat, eyes
shut up tight,
invisibility secures -

don't know about these roads
i go
with inconspicuous signs...

i think they're just a lure.