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#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

#Donalda It’s in your rearview mirror Larger at times Yet smaller in others A monster Stalking you down Not unlike the others did But w/ an important caveat in its hand I’m trying to use my mind For the other The beauty I see in all things Especially within you The shades that can’t be perceived No matter the exposure It’s all an aside You say that you’re worried But how HARD have you cared It takes a lifetime of quiet moments To properly share What was lost & can’t be regained It’s as if you’ve been continually running From lies contextually wrapped in shame There are tired moments I have Ruminating on truths Thinking solely of myself to be honest Not worrying about you But they’re merely short vacations Seconds spent out of the light Of more mysterious momentums Where imaginations can take flight (at Donalda, Alberta)

#donalda

Another drop in time. The apocalypse of the mind, currently, is a lot different than the one told to us during our late night, bed side talks as younger versions of ourselves. I’m not scared because it ends, I’m petrified that it continues w/ no end in sight. I’m elated at times, yes, but only as a knee jerk reaction, against private windows of intimate glee shared with other compatriots equally stunned. However faded & illusory at times, I live for them. There is connective tissue in all things. A binding. A part of the whole keeping things together. The soft hum of street cleaning vehicles in the background. The quiet residential streets, awaiting their day of foot traffic & brightness. A slow moving vehicle swerving left, then right, before stopping on an incline awaiting an automated garage door. It only takes a minute for it to open & close. It only takes a block of late night walking to find myself in revelry! Is this my community? Are all these my precious few? Are they a part of my struggle too? Fireworks go off in the distance (at least I think it was) & the jubilation of our national holiday becomes a reality again. “Happy _________ Day!” How triumphant the many overcame the few! Oh good lord, what else are weekends for but pats on the back & long silences observing themselves! The bigger the house, the louder the lights on the garage door. When did homes become so big they required such affectations? Looking at large houses, I wonder; “Do you feel as big as that guy? Why, sure, I have nothing left to lose stacking up against their perceived worth. Especially knowing through experience, mine tastes sweeter.” To see others consume the entirety of their universe & to know it will never compare to the drops of nectar I’ve had the unlikely privilege of dabbling. (at Edmonton, Alberta)

Always impeccable. @threeboars (at Three Boars)

We fall into each other’s lives casually & synchronistically, waves lining up after churning, flowing together for a time, before dissipating onto an unknown & unforeseen shore. It begets the steadfastness in all of us to remember all the moments we share together w/ an honest humility for the randomonious times, places, & being that we all are, & that feeling alone & being one are often the same thing at the exact same time. Also, poop jokes. They come in waves too. (at Edmonton, Alberta)

summer rain arising from the depths ineptly verklempt unable to move or even to speak I twitch at the notion of another forward motion scared to stand albeit how bland that I complain worrisomely about something so grand how can this be?! this universe abounding mystically forgotten yet always half realized I feel I’ve gotten off track but who needs the train anyway let’s take our shoes for a walk in any of the directions and intersect the loss of older inflections restless imperfections with some thoughts more highly sought by new references inferring succinctly a breadth of fresher air and by a hairs margin we might make it if only we’re ready to take it & stake it out over some fresh lemonade in the parlour late autumn trees abiding each new season this must be the reason I’ve been gifted a treasonous gift of beauty and pain love loss and endless summer rain unravelling while travelling feverishly handling myself differently than recent iterations my station is broad and the time is now to know who we are and why it’s so hard to hold on to their pain it will never be the same as long as I’m from them and they’re mine why can’t I cry alone at the right time it might be fine if held onto everything tighter but it won’t be because the fighter has left the ring the singer has nothing left to sing so I’ll bring with me this note to help scope out an new trainer. inflamed by the truth of the mess this ordeal is as big as I make it out to be I guess. if I let it. (at Mill Creek Ravine)

The re-unboxing of the library looms ... #illsleepwhenimdead #blackandwhite #warrenzevon

#illsleepwhenimdead #warrenzevon #blackandwhite

Some new headshots I recently shot for the lovely @delovely, taken on 03/13/18 (at Edmonton, Alberta)

New York Sour @albertahotelbk Spirits forward, my friends, & best of luck! (at Alberta Hotel Bar & Kitchen)

scaffolding rises new shapes & forms take hold cement themselves in place monuments to current seas of necessity & function tumult is the horizon always pushing closer & being pulled away behind scraps & scrapings of older residues currently shuffle aside to reside in the heaps of what was then

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