I can trace the lines where our faces intersect:
Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.
Waves of lips waning into identical winning smiles.
Narrowing noses nearing similar slopes.
As I take my brush and blur the lines into something untraceable:
A calculated delusion of warped features,
until I can't recognize the you inside of me.

[ Hay Meadows ]

We always think that we'll have more time.

Oil spills underneath my skin

Another untapped source of depression

Tapped.

I somehow find myself attached to detachment 

Blend everything i've ever felt into one;

black and white into grey. 

Nothing 

is clear 

but the

fog. 

MISLED YOUTH

My second full length book is finally
out, view it in its entirety by following
the link above.

It's about the sport and people that changed my life.

Enjoy.

I've brought my Tumblr back to life.
If you'd like to know the stories
behind several of my photographs, as well
as check out some of my digital work, give it a look.

I thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(I who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

How should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(Now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened).

[ EEC ]

Drain the lake
Start over
a different mindset a different mind
I am not who I used to be.

All we have in common is the past.
These memories don't do me any good;
I've realized that what I give I don't get back.
But I try not to think about it.
It's best to just forget yourself.