the last of the long way home

winter poem

who cares if nightly walks lift your heels so one boot goes up and then the other.
the crunch down on the snow. in december.
The lighweight sister of the more more powerful september.
she storms. flakes falling. before the winter drifts hold her down and try to make her remember.

sweet

via http://emetcalfe.blogspot.com/

arrival

Hedda and Kalina. Sweden 07.09

same

Portland, Maine 2009

the hidden

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First taste here:

I’m pretty sure ive been here before.

the way that record stands still. the way that light has captured that wooden way.

there are voices from the left of my left history. that mirror that kept me sane.

and all the while you kept me there searching. abandoned at bay

so true. so so true

Robert Nishihira’s book called halftones. See here

Rise

Joey–Red Hook. Nov 09

exercise for the heart

my back my pain. my start. my recognition my isolation.my imagination. my heart. my upbringing. my ending. my feeling my mending. my heart source. my incubation. my devastation. my beginning. my maturation my starvation. my inclination, my beginning. my intuition. my fruition. my absorption. my ending. keep it together. keep it all together. keep bending. the start. find my walkway. find my causeway.  my through way. the beginning. i’m incomparable. unbearable. i’m illusive .  i’m inconclusive. .my beginning. my start

lights loyal corner

Elroy- Fort Greene, BK.  Nov 09

Iceland and Romania

Art World News– Nov. 2009

Thanksgiving photos of lovely Lisa & Grayson

Family love

Taken in Park Slope, Brooklyn November 2oo9

front and back

Built

Built
I fell last night
Hurt my foot
And decided to fall
Everybody knew I didn’t belong.
It was moments before I turned to go
Everybody was moving to the Beatles.
Every single last one
and one day the words
will become clear heart to heart string to string bringing clarity to every point
Like the times we played the rubber soul
Till it hurt in our hearts. On dad’s bumpy boat
The rain fell so hard and
cut the underside
and kept us afloat

I’m bits of what i resent
I’m swimming alone again
hearts content
What I catch
When i holler
When im not thinking things through
when i’m blank
Keeping motion but with peace running through

memory

what if we dreamed one another right from the start