Road trip journaling

July 20, 2011 § 1 Comment

Slide out of the city on those hot, sticky wheels. Grey ribbon of road and a blue sky so bright it seems white. Throw your head back and howl at the freedom of a horizon unencumbered. Marvel at the little things, the perfect mathematics of cumulus clouds and wheat. Bare your skin to the sun and be lost for a while in a place that doesn’t belong to you. Fall exhausted in a heap at the end.

Flight distance

July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

you came too close and broached
the line I drew in the sand
came into flight distance
forced me back


July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Objects in the night. Running feet. Rapid fire heartbeats.

Charlottesville, Virginia

Going places

November 14, 2010 § 1 Comment

It’s become a different beast for me, being on the move, going places. It used to be this embarkation to some mysterious unknown, or thoughtful homecoming, one of the two. Now the idea of home is a strange creature. At once less familiar and more amorphous. Old faces that grew older when I wasn’t looking. Grey hairs, smile lines, deeper from events that I wasn’t around to witness. Friends weaving through the cyclical landmine of love and heartbreak, I stop just in time to see the blur of the revolving door of girlfriends and boyfriends, never really around long enough for me to really get to know them, or them me. Maybe I’ll make it to the wedding, maybe not. Maybe I’m getting tired of being on the move so much, living the half life. Getting to know you, part time.


November 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

Bridging the digital disconnect. He was in the neighbourhood.

Chelsea, New York | USA

Sharp sharp

November 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

Die Antwoord @ Webster Hall | October, 2010

When you’re living on the razor edge, stay sharp sharp

~ Ninja

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