Saturday, November 30, 2013

found fortune 1

gutter, ralphs side of flower and ninth.

the heartshape trail thing has my eyes scanning.


Monday, November 25, 2013

Dave Day

yesterday. trained out to canyon country to hang out with clayton. 


Saturday, November 23, 2013

a good captain

a good captain
slips his ship through
tight passages and the unrelenting
forever of open ocean.

she knows the stars
by name some nights
when they wink and twinkle black maps
the moon magnifies.

a good captain
understands boats
sink like rocks and hopes and sailing coffins 
when a hole wants more.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

NM dream

walking up the slight grade of a fire road in a wooded area. sunny day. pretty place. i look back over my left shoulder and note adobe homes blending into the landscape (just like santa fe) . and after a while, nearing the top, i note the driveway to another home - very nice, southwestern - but my view is limited in that, as in the dream from a couple years ago, it's almost as if i'm allowed only a glimpse. a hint.

at any rate, i come to the top of the hill/mountain, where it's somewhat leveled off - a plateau - and it's kind of like the hub of the community's trail system. i note the homes in the near and distant hills. nice spot.

snow on the ground - in patches, and i wonder how recently it fell -  is what draws my attention to the fact that i'm barefoot, though utterly comfortable even in the snow.

eventually there are perhaps a dozen other people gathered round, all resident-hikers of the area.

it doesn't suck. even a little exciting. 
edit: 11/25. a little slow to realize the connection between being barefoot (yet comfortable) and not (yet) having...the necessary Boots. doh.

Saturday, November 16, 2013


do you remember?

it was the cenote day.

we'd stopped in that little seaside place south of cancun - i don't remember the name but we agreed we'd stay there if we came back - and snorkeled out holding hands toward and then between and then past the boats but along the way there was that barracuda, a mini-torpedo, stationary, hovering, still as a stone, and then the bottom dropped off and down we went.

that was a good day.

wasn't it?

Friday, November 15, 2013