July 16, 2018

I’m a Fool for Your

Empty words and fading evenings

The places we find

Found and foundering and foundries

Sound sundries sever sounding

Subdued sunsets and lounges

Coast to coast to coast

Everything downhill

Everything solar-powered and wind-powered

Chimes and jetties and jetsam

Same same same


Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

June 20, 2018


I was born on a naval airbase in Falmouth, MA on the cape. My dad was a Marine. You always are a Marine when you’re a Marine until you’ve passed than then you were a Marine.

That’s like 56 miles from here, but I’m not home.

I lived on South Weymouth Naval Airbase, also on Mass, from 2 to like 5 — I’m too tired to Google whether that base is closed or not. I saw Close Encounters and Star Wars there. My mom got this cool turkey trophy for bowling a turkey in her league. A kid bit me in the eye and got held back from kindergarten — I pushed him off the top of the jungle gym when he bit me. The Blizzard of 76 was amazing. I went under a moving car riding on a skateboard on my belly. My mom’s friend gave me my first drag of a cigarette. I survived both of these.

Then we were in East Bridgewater until I was 11 or 12. I had some good friends there — and actually stayed with one of them for the summer past when we moved to Virginia.

I lived in Sterling, VA until I went to college. High school was high school and I spent a lot of time going between crowds, avoiding violence and trying to get with the ladies. Moderate success on all fronts. I wrestled in high school and developed this big thick neck in the process that would atrophy over four years of college.

I’m too worn out today to see all this through, but suffice to say Home is a weird and complicated thing for me.

After 15 years, maybe Baltimore is the first hometown I’ve ever felt. Maybe not.

See you soon.

Location:Dartmouth St,Boston,United States

June 19, 2018

The Murmur Indoors

Like dust and corners

A draft, your skin, the people that came after

Softly treading prior-trampled undergrowth

The silent work of sheep in pasture

The path stars etch into the sky

Everywhere, eyelids

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

June 5, 2018

It’s a Trap

June 2, 2018

Thirteen Is on the Way to Twelve

Colors change from time to place

Falling asleep is just something you gotta do

Lichen to ferns to trees to grass both like and unlike the way Spring becomes Summer

Like unlike dislike dormant

We place are heads so many places, damn

All the things you hide until some day it just doesn’t matter

All the things in plain sight and all the planes and more

You feel time slipping away, but that’s a trick

You are here. You are here. You are here

Location:W 36th St,Baltimore,United States

May 30, 2018

You Can’t Always Get 75% of What You Want

Wombats on Otter Day

And Squirrel Appreciation Day a distant memory that’s getting distanter and distanter like snowy sidewalks and icicles on overhangs

That hats you wear and the days you pass

If you want to be a knight you gotta get used to being a subject a good long while

Roads come in all shapes and sizes

More people wonder more things about neutron stars that you would’a thought

But as we’ve noted, the theme of 2018 is 2018

And the penalties will ever be inconsistent

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

May 24, 2018

Darker Matter

Dark matter darker
Mad matters, matted, material

Everything comes apart
Everything wants the middle
Wants the tired
Wants the unburdened
Everything everything

On empty

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

May 14, 2018

Rain-Soaked Streets

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

May 10, 2018

Let It Be

Far, far cry, far away cry
Into the corner, the distance, the dwelled in
Desertion deserving no one
Know how nothing nothing now
Again before begat beginnings
The head of a pin, the last pin, leverage
Bread rises, everything rises, everything
How grass becomes straw
How a forest becomes a meadow
How mountains are born
How answers become questions

Location:Siden Dr,Hanover,United States

April 18, 2018


Under over again again

Somewhere someone’s gonna hang themselves up on a lip and lose their board

Somewhere someone’s gonna wind a clock that much too much

And the places where that camera shutter sound on cellphones is mandated by law

They surveil the surveillance

They milk the cows

They come up with words for different clouds and colors and sunsets

Somewhere someone’s reading a book or making a drink or making a drink and reading a book

All the things versatile

All the things that this way come

All the days and the nights

All the pains staked

Somewhere someone is hunched over a screen

Somewhere someone is learning

Somewhere someone is disappearing

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

April 17, 2018

Back Back Back Back

This isn’t the day when all the things are coming

As opposed to this news piece that was playing back some wicked mudslides out in California

But like mud, like clouds on a cloudy day, like soup

When your friends throw you in the back of the boat

Half the phases of all the moons

And so the threads fray so so you go

More salads for more meals

It goes around whether you like it or not

Let it

Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

April 12, 2018


Find your thing
Vascillate, regulate, respirate
Muscular or not
Macular, vascular, vellum
Skin skin skin
Several that sound several that safe
Pieces of wood, wingnuts
Ditches on the sides of roads
All of Canada, the whole goddamn’d thing
The things that bring us together before the thing that tear us apart
Years, altitude, levity
Languishing, longitude, leverage
Everything translated
Everything mediated
Everything present when the present just doesn’t exist the way it used to
Speed, degree, volume
Vacillate again and better
The sun’s down and we’re making the most of it

Location:10th St,Bowie,United States