DOORWAYS.

cracked skin,

cracked scars.

cracked doorways,

portals to their ponder

conversation of 

affirmation & criticism 

bounce about the light

Vulnerable notions  

vanish like rabbits in top hats,

My darling witches,

 Magicians to their own hearts.

"Always & Forever My Adelaide's & Laveau's"

SCALLOPS & COHEN.

Belfast, Maine.

In the morning, 

Tessa eats blueberry ice-cream,

it tastes like shit.

we both agree.

New England & Lyme's Disease Fears

A Tic creeps toward me on the steering wheel, 

a scream turns to a swerve on Hwy 1

ashamed of my backbone

Acadias Dashboard mugshot, 

judges my distress

with her dauntless stare.

 In the evening, 

You cook me scallops over maps of Maine

12 scallops & 8 dollars later

we bump hips, 

occasionally stepping on toes,

propane stove.

In the Night,

you lay on the ground 

acting out "loneliness" by Leonard Cohen

three logs and sheeps wool starts the perfect fire. 

I still smell the scallops 

the cabarant is gone.

the empty liter sits beneath the bench,

in the rain.

The black book of poetry is wet, 

it doesn't matter.

All that matters are Cohens words 

he's such a smart guy.

The moose skull above our cabin,

makes me ponder life and death.

ANXIETY.

anxiety

noun  anx·i·ety \aŋ-ˈzī-ə-tē\

Never invited, 

always shows up.

wreaks havoc, 

 leaves. 

Nicotine & Jack prescribed by the local 

gas-station clerk. 

I wonder how he's doing?

such a well-versed, educated man. 

scaling stainless steel carriages,

only because we couldn't get the fuc*in car to start. 

NATURE'S PENDLETON.

The cliffs were quiet, 

Common Gulls at eye level.

The afternoon light contrasted the primary colors, 

Colors only meant to be captured in great paintings or film. 

Our cameras ate rolls of film, 

like the irish guzzled stew and rolls.

Every 30 minutes, one of us a took a knee to pocket a canisters containing clips of colors, we would only hope to later posses photographs of.  

  
Tall beds of soft, moss-like grass covered the 
eroded shale & sandstone with colors, dubbed as Nature's Pendleton.  
--
I watched their bodies lean just far enough over the edge to make any passer-by gasp in fear..imaginations wandering to premontions of sudden death. 

Enduringly observing the women I walked alongside, 
carelessly doze off in scurvy grass while picking the petals off Sheeps Bit. 

The sun eventually decided to nod off with each of them on the cliffside, but their eyes had now seen a light too great to ever let leave... 

They ran as fast as they could to the very end, as if they would never see the sun again, as if it would never awake & the moon would hold the colors captive forever.   

 Cliffs Of Moher, Ireland 

BADLANDS.

HER BODY,

Was flawless.

When I saw her vs. the badlands

I saw Youth VS. Age

Each crack and crevice held a piece of preserved beauty.

And if you looked close enough in the trails of dust,

There was life & Death

I watched her pick at snails,

And hold the remains of what once was,

In her 23 year old hands.

 

When we left life had become more apparent,

She had aged that much more

And time was more relevant now than ever.

"Her body is not meant for perverse eyes but a mind able to breach a deeper sense of beauty."

WHITE SANDS.

WHITE SANDS, NEW MEXICO

--

we raced the sunset to the Southern Border,

2000 miles and some change, 

just to sit on a pile of Gypsum Crystals. 

She jumped out of the car before I could even stop.

I watched her run up the dunes & into the sunset;

scattering every piece of clothing she had, 

while stuffing my two back pockets with tecaté.

besides beer; 

the only other form of liquid 

was the water that filled her eyes.

[I had never seen freedom quite like this]

"whoever said diamonds are girls best friend, 

must have never experienced the crystals of White Sands" 

BEHIND THE SCENES.

-Behind the scenes-

As a photographer, I rarely get the chance to sit on the sidelines in my underwear, observe a "behind the scenes" environment, and stuff my face with donuts.

I was lucky enough this past to week to do just that when asked to host a stellar crew of ladies in my home during a photoshoot for The Rock Agency.

I watched very talented Photographer Jessica Monte position her body up against & on every piece of furniture I own while sneaking bites of 7/11 donuts, Designer & Wardrobe stylist Jordan Hehn occasionally dance to Beyonce with jewels and fabric in and around her neck and mouth & Makeup/Hair stylist Jennifer Bruder treat the hairspray like a can a paint with the models head her personal tag space.

Impressed to say the least, Model Ashlie Severson kept her cool throughout the mist of "maximum hold" & a bunch of "dark roast" addicts. 

Shooting orders, 

tripping over your own feet, 

holding breath as long as shutter speeds, 

racing light,

reflecting light, 

balancing, 

contorting,

feeling emotions,

trying to express emotions, 

placing hands, arms, legs, 

acting out faces, 

feeling like an idiot,

acting like a crazy-person,

rushing, 

positioning, 

re-positioning, 

adrenaline.

I just watched them all watch her; 

Little did they know they were just as beautiful.

(in their element)

The Final Product

[pictured below]

Photo Credit: Jessica Monte

Its a beautiful thing really, 

expressing a personal feeling through a different face & body.

Somewhat of an out of body experience

who needs drugs when ya' got film and faces.