My vagina is ringing

“Someone must be talking about you”, that’s what people say when you tell them your ears are ringing. What if other parts of the body had the same power. Can you imagine if every time someone watched a pornographic film the participant’s genitals started ringing? “My vagina is ringing”, “someone must be watching that interracial threesome you did”. What interesting conversation that would produce.

Ramblings of a Madman

his fault, we don’t understand
talks of quirks, quarks, and quasars
ramblings of a madman

indecipherable shorthand
piano music for guitars
his fault, we don’t understand

dancing with the sandman
recalls in his memoirs
ramblings of a madman

from society he is banned
for his safety and for ours
his fault, we don’t understand

claims I am the spaceman
seen the heavens, traveled the stars
ramblings of a madman

his mind considered a wasteland
his writings fill bell jars
his fault, we don’t understand
ramblings of a madman

Mornings

A spring or summer day, I can’t remember for sure. The sun hasn’t been up long, no curtains on the windows, morning light gently touching us with a hint of warmth. A slight breeze makes the warm sheets feel especially good against my skin, they smell fresh, clean, hopeful. As she lays beside me not yet awake, I look at her, the gentle flows of her body, so peaceful. Jealous she is still able to sleep, yet thankful I get to watch. These mornings I think about the future, about all the mornings we’ll awake like this. Those mornings, now just memories.

LA and Santa Barbara

Early this year I spent sometime in downtown LA and Santa Barbara with my camera. Apparently I never posted any of the photos. I came across them the other day and decided to share.

Enjoy.

Document this

Detroit is a dying city, it’s decaying, and everyone is leaving. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard on the news. Images of abandoned dilapidated buildings, empty streets, an almost post-apocalyptic scene. Then I came across a short documentary called Detroit Lives, hosted by Johnny Knoxville, available free on vbs.tv. This short film combats what we are seeing in the media, showing the other side of Detroit. The communities that are fighting their way back, the artists that are moving in, the urban farming that is popping up. A high school with all the windows broken out, clearly no longer in use, is a building that has been used by many media outlets to show the decay in Detroit. What they don’t show is the beautiful new high school building next door that replaced it. Documentaries are a genre of film that I feel are largely overlooked. Very few documentaries become mainstream and get large exposure. Maybe it’s because we are afraid we might actually learn something from them. This short Detroit documentary shows why they are so important. Thanks to the passion and vision of a group of filmmakers, the positive side of a terrible situation has been brought to light.

Hank La Lloyd

a dingy tied to a dock
appears neglected
unused

I call him Hank
short for Henry
seems to fit

engine is stubborn
puts up a fight
he’s unfazed

marlboro red
steely dan
gets to work

finally a sputter
long pull from a silver can
spent butt now fish food

out into the harbor
six pack passenger
he’s home.