watching the lightshow

Goldie!

he's 21!

a good one

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZNV3TTTnVo&NR=1

Forest Park

there is nothing
except for now
the trees exhale in step with my cadence
beams from our sustaining orb
follow my footsteps
between beaten paths and worn rubber, the friction forces my weight forward
up overgrown trails
onward
upward
toward a reality unaware of yesterday or tomorrow
there is only this moment
this trail
and my steady breathing

the life of a brother

beautiful gray eyes
and strong hands
but not stronger than the willpower inside
in search of a deep connection-a meaning behind all our consumer-driven bullshit
he reads voraciously and sucks deeply from filtered words
the truth hides behind yosemite mountains and forest-filled jaunts
occasionally surfacing in this unexpected life
a kind soul navigating the worn road of the many who have traveled before him
reading their stories will not be enough for him
living
his only option

at 26

26 years later
my soul emerges
fully enshrouded with memory, tears, so many forgotten days
finally, she has awoken
her needs and desires
all clear, as crisp as an August morning
dew drops settle comfortably on my eyelids
bringing golden perspective with their presence.

Portland

Paris offers her art freely
London spoons the gray clouds like a lost lover
Rome accelerates from zero to 60 before I could remember to blink
Venice's memory paints romance across the sky
But Portland's cityscape with her familiar curves and scents
will always be my true love

your arrival

we roll together on this bed
now, tomorrow, yesterday
i chase your scent in my memories
but you are not real
i know that
still, my hands stretch out
in anticipation of your arrival

to consider

sweat pours from my body as I crest Mt. Tabor
another ascent in the summer heat
chasing after this reality
bringing life to my legs after so many sedentary moments
comfortable with the chaos
letting go, letting life in
bringing dreams to the forefront
so many words clammer at once for my attention
all equally important
all valid in their unique way
each minute I consider them
like a model running away-I won't wear the polished outfits
so perfectly prepared for me
all chosen according to a higher plan
the blood courses rhythmicaly inside
my feet follow the beat as it unravels inside me
never knowing how far they'll travel today
what scenes they'll reveal to my eyes
or what thoughts my heart will consider

Quote

"I planted our relationship firmly on this earth; on the rich, dark soil of ambiguity, mystery and loss."

Krista Bremer

The cut (The Sun) Feb 2008

watching planes

watching planes land at PDX
they arrive so quickly
like a fleeting cloud
load and unload, mechanically
without emotion or understanding
my legs lead me aboard and suddenly
the world has changed so drastically since takeoff
the forested mountains are replaced with menacing desert
a vast sand expanse
empty, now
yet so full of footprints and memories
so many souls searching for meaning and riches
a great distraction
a landing
a takeoff
a mechanical way of being

Portrait with a broken lens cover...