Kitty Wild

Self as Someone

recollection of various regrets

questions in a snowstorm

hotel bathroom, las vegas

i dreamed i saw st. Guillotine

i caught myself dreaming

self portrait as someone who reclines with bitterness in his heart

holding for half-full

man contemplates moon

morning light, soft pillow

shadow in my mouth

pretending nervousness

answer me truthfully

forced to see in three dimension

hand to the sun

i know her secrets

smoke for hair

papa's bolo tie

shave then shake it off

double vision

look to god for answers

contemplates portland

i dreamed about a nightmare concerned with the end of the age of reason

me and yayoi

pretending to have a vision

Drive to Big Bend

Portraite

to Japan, Dec 2014

wait me

bored at the idea of me taking her picture, she returned to her texting at this popular place to wait for friends at Nagoya Station.

hikari

hikari is the name of this bullet train line, it means light. i was thinking about how fast this train is when i decided to combine multiple exposures into the same frame.

behind the glass case

to Japan, Dec 2015

Nature: Posed in Sadness

Infra Red

mystery sail

after death i awoke to this scene

blackberry bush

fern from crypt

scout, poised

shack and shadow

leaf canopy

bbq location

seed pod

dance fern

big yellow sun

aqua blue

dual nap

she describes the rain

half-sunk shelter

Butoh / Basho ̄ Haiku

ill on a journey: my dreams roam round over withered fields

tabi ni yande / yume wa kareno o / kakemeguru

the blossoms are seen even by the eyes of the poor: demon thistle

hana wa shizu no / me ni mo miekeri / oni azami

ah spring, spring, great is spring, etcetera

aa haru haru / o ̄inaru kana haru / to unmen

lying down, the futon pulled up: cold, desolate night

kazuki fusu / futon ya samuki / yo ya sugoki

Buddha’s birthday: on this day is born a little fawn

kanbutsu no / hi ni umareau / kanoko kana

summer grass: all that remains of warriors’ dreams

natsugusa ya / tsuwamonodomo ga / yume no ato

coolness— naturally, the branches of a wild pine

suzushisa ya / suguni nomatsu no / eda no nari

a green willow drooping into mud: low tide

aoyagi no / doro ni shidaruru / shiohi kana

in the plum’s fragrance the single term “the past” holds such pathos

ume ga ka ni / mukashi no ichiji / aware nari

bush warbler— behind the willow, in front of the grove

uguisu ya / yanagi no ushiro / yabu no mae

when Zhuangzi dreams he is a butterfly, but when he awakes, he wonders if he is in fact a butterfly dreaming that he is Zhuangzi.

lightning— into the darkness a night-heron’s cry

inazuma ya / yami no kata yuku / goi no koe

flowers all withered, spilling their sadness: seeds for grass

hana mina karete / aware o kobosu / kusa no tane

still alive all frozen into one: sea slugs

ikinagara / hitotsu ni ko ̄ru / namako kana

the ancient name “Deer Antler” so lovely: the autumn moon

furuki na no / tsunuga ya koishi / aki no tsuki

Musashi Plain— just an inch, the deer’s voice

musashino ya / issun hodo na / shika no koe

I’ll fall asleep drunk, the wild pinks blooming over the rocks

yo ̄te nemu / nadeshiko sakeru / ishi no ue

Temple of Suma— hearing the unblown flute in the deep shade of trees

sumadera ya / fukanu fue kiku / koshitayami

octopus traps— fleeting dreams under summer’s moon

takotsubo ya / hakanaki yume o / natsu no tsuki

falling from a grass blade, and flying away: a firefly

kusa no ha o / otsuru yori tobu / hotaru kana

these fireflies, like the moon in all the rice paddies

kono hotaru / tagoto no tsuki ni / kurabemin

summer in the world: floating on the lake over waves

yo no natsu / kosui ni ukamu / nami no ue

Descent Into NOLA

i spend time trying to find someone to take care of the color, the most important part of getting ones house in order before a particular departure. i spend time trying to find someone to take care of kitties but before that i need to find them. i know that during hot days i must fold myself into the dank passages within a storm drain system. I make my way through to tall weeds to the edge of abandon in order to gain access to the mouth of a drain. bruise color is there: a feline cerberus lying in wait welcomes balanced three ways through, around and into me.