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Green Eggs and Ham: a resolution.

There are a host of us who have been accused of having a Peter Pan complex out there, and we're sensitive. The inference that we might be acting childishly, or clinging to childish things is one that some of us generally avoid. 'Why even go there?', we might ask? 'What good would it do in the end?'

On Moving: again.

It's midnight in the garden of Santa Fe or Atlanta, and the vertigo of having had to decide to choose between the two cities, again, is disorienting. I've been on a series of nested Odysseys and at this point am not sure that life is made up of anything but. So much so that it's hard to distinguish when they start or end. Sometimes, in order to tell yourself a story that makes sense, you have to just choose a landmark.

i went to the forest

i went to the forest yesterday in this

banal mission to get the fuck out of dodge.

except that dodge is in arizona

and i'm in the south.

dripping with talent and heart

maybe some overly new age version of myself

the artist as a young architect

sitting and biding my hours

tick tock

tick

i don't want to be this afraid

new lets be real, people,

i was in a forest with two dogs,

some fruit, cheese, crackers,

and no tent poles.

Urban Hiking: the first date

I had been planning this for a minute (southern for an unspecified and somewhat longer than expected amount of time). We would leave around 6pm, get on the trail by 7pm, and then arrive at the lake around 7:30pm with a wine bottle and some citronella candles. She would be pleasantly surprised by the whole event.

Urban Hiking: for the birds

One reason I go hiking is to hear the sound of birds. On almost every trail I have traversed, I can hear them. All different kinds with different calls. If I were not so quick to associate bird watching with middle age (which I am in denial of), I would know their names. As it stands now, I only know them by their calls, and because those calls are nameless, they exist outside of the culturally dominant scientific rationalism.

Urban Hiking: the Yellow Brick Road

It all started when I woke up to doggie diarrhea. I have wall to wall carpeting, and unless you are a product tester for Nature's Miracle, they just do not mix.

My dog has a sensitive stomach, and this isn't the first time for this kind of rude awakening, so after the mess was cleaned up, I decided to look for fencing materials. Sometimes these bouts of digestive distress can last for days, and I wanted to avoid multiple puddles while I am away at work.

Urban Hiking

Urban Hiking is at once an act of desperation, and a celebration of place.  I am finding more and more in my life that the experience of one is necessary for the existence of the other. 

Urban Hiking is a response to the city. 

4:30 am

there is this cozy space

that sometimes i can just fit into

when you snuggle up so close + hard

that all i can do is hang on

or risk falling off the edge

of the bed you + i share

 

tonight wasn't like that

 

which is not to say that this is a bad thing

and so i landed on the couch

and watched the planets in your living room

in their revolutions and rotations connected

almost line up before my very eyes

in a quasi stellar event

that i interpreted as a sign

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