June 25, 2008
to Eric
A stripe of smoldering macadam from curb to curb, the air heady and saturated with gasoline vapor. The boys jump through heat waves that shimmer as thinly as the sun at the horizon. With every leap the rubber soles of their Air Jordans or Reebok Pumps grow more gooey. Girls with long bangs and [...]
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June 12, 2008
Four creative scenic photographs taken at a location near an abandoned chicken farm on near the shore of Utah Lake.
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June 3, 2008
Each picture links to a full-size version.
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May 26, 2008
M interviews D about their complicated relationship, and hand-licking.
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May 26, 2008
Pictures by Pilcrow of Mom’s birthday party in 2008.
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March 14, 2008
Door. Suitcase. Drawer. Blouses and underwear, socks, a skirt, slacks. Handkerchiefs hat shoes. Handkerchief, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes. Bed. Sheets, pillow. Thread count. Morning light, dawn. Telephone, taxi. Windows and rain. Door, hallway. Staircase, ballister — eighteen steps. Entryway, fish tank. Table and photographs, no dust. No conversation. Doorknob, porch, walkway. Grass, flowers puddles, trees, [...]
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March 4, 2008
August 23rd, 2005 — los hermanos at Los Hermanos
My brother and I infiltrated my work today with small adhesive wall hooks and a prepared picture frame. Our destination was the Fish Room, upstairs:
My brother carried a camera to document our work.
The day was stormy and clouded over, the skies heavy with rain like a sponge [...]
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March 2, 2008
Salmon is fish for company;
Snapper when we eat alone.
Spinsters poach perch
Slathered with tartar sauce.
Bachelors would eat steak;
Bachelors eat mostly Hot Pockets.
Better weeks see blueberry frozen waffles for
Breakfast, or dessert.
Some houses fill daily with
Smoke; greasy dust
Settles on top of the fridge, in cupboard corners,
Stays for years.
Some houses ring like campaniles at
Supper time.
Some houses the kitchens are [...]
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February 22, 2008
“Our candidate’s rival has just been photographed subduing and frolicking with a lion. The image is indelible. Messianic. ‘Lamb Lays Down With The Lion.’ The international press is stunned, the evangelicals are holding prayer meetings. Yesterday Lamb was effeminate and now he’s the damn King of the Jungle. Ladies and gentlemen, if we don’t hit [...]
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