I almost slid off, once

Imagining this cloud was a pall

And the moon was a body.

I don’t know who put coins over her eyes.

frank stanford, crest

...my identifying features

are rapture and despair.

Remember this one? It made it into the SCAD photo exhibition that will take place next quarter... deepest gratitude to Manuel and his friends who allowed me to photograph their memorial. 

...and I am the rain

and the others all
around you, and the loneliness you love,
and the universe that loves you specifically, maybe,

and the catastrophic dawn,
the nicotine crawling on your skin

And you could use some help today, packing in the dark, boarding buses north, putting the seat back and grinning with terror flowing over your legs through your fingers and hair...

I was always waiting, always here.

Know anyone else who can say that.

My advice to you is to think of her for what she is:

one more name cut in the scar of your tongue.

What was it you said, "To rather be harmed,

than harm, is not abject."

you do look a little ill.

but we can do something about that now.

can't we.

the fact is your a shocking wreck.

do you hear me.

the wind is so strong today- the rushing of it through the trees in my tree house & the sunshine all cold and sparkly like on the ceiling and my bed is enough to utterly transport one to an imaginary beach.  the wind is so frequent it's exactly like standing with the ocean in front of you and not being able to hear anything above the surf.  beautiful day to stay in bed here in my oceanic treehouse, but a dangerous day to ride your bike to the library...

Jude put his hand up to his mouth and said down the table I think Jesus is going
off his rocker get Simon to tell you what he asked me
Simon says he didn’t want to talk about politics or dreams or nothing he just said
Jude next time y’all are over in Mesopotamia why don’t you pick me up a few
bottles of that wine they make over there
sure thing Jesus I says

Frank Stanford, The Last Supper

Nothings a gift, it's all on loan.

I'm drowning in debts up to my ears.

I'll have to pay for myself,

with myself,

give up my life for my life.