Existential starlight As the night Bows in twilight Soot of a black air Is slowly swept away Through the Snoqualmie Pass Over Teneriffe’s teeth And North Bend valley peaks Embers of Sol Burn Ellensberg’s soul As the visible spectrum Scorches the grass Into Yakima Valley This twisting path And the sun rises Wiping the coldContinue reading “Cutis Anserina”
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Ashen Sky
Ellensberg, West, from the Water Tower
Sun’s Up, Guns Up – Journal 6/25/17
One thing about summer in Washington is that the entire place is ill-equipped. People’s reactions tend to be a little overstated. Somehow, every single year, the hardware stores of the Pierce and King counties sell out of fans. Every year? Where the fuck are the ones from last year going? Anyways, the hot weather isContinue reading “Sun’s Up, Guns Up – Journal 6/25/17”
Geosmin
Drenched earthen heat Soil cracked dry as arid rifts Soaking liquid sky Showers upon streets Seared raindrops flow in valleys And pool into springs Partly cloudy breeze Chill in the great summer heat Again and again Light with the hot star Fading and oscillating Vanish returning
Light Me On Fire
Light me on fire See what might transpire As the paper’s edge blackens And the ink stains ash Light me on fire And use my remains As a grey powdery pigment In your paint Light me on fire And watch the orange beetles Run with the heat Around the gashes Light me on fire IContinue reading “Light Me On Fire”
Deadow
Dry dead drab Yellow fields Of stiff stalks Of short grass
Enflamed
Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6;1/125; ISO-400; 55mm
Yakima Valley
Yakima Valley Flowth of a river In a valley of Sunburns 150-car trains pass Through at 3am In a hundred degrees While we’re outside In light clothing Camping With sparse pine trees Lining the water With a strong current Such a freezing cold spray In such dry air of Arid solitude
Cyawlitoude
Cyawlitoude Wandering. Searching for What? Footsteps in the sand Of a desert With one tree of 40 fruit in Its center. It’s hot. There’s heat. Something comfy when sweat Beads up and rolls down The sides of your forehead To be cooled by a nearly Imperceptable wind. Every step from tired legs. Thousands of tracksContinue reading “Cyawlitoude”
