chance of. . . showers

this one goes out to . . . Toby

P.S. turn you laptop sideways, and the volume up ~ sorry


video

the book of La Push

behind this drop ~


shore pound whispers



what the seal saw



my favorite view on the planet~



i don't take pictures of people




spring time in Cascadia



a time machine~



to relentlessly reliving life's moments





following that board over the lip




look people ! it was May Long Weekend, the Canadian holiday




all the sun we saw~ burning down at dusk



a beacon, to hide from sleep



do we ever thank the moon ?



what if the clouds are hiding something ?



Sunday small drive home diaries



giant step to logjam



mushy cold moments of i don't know how to surf




to eat some thing's head



the ocean's tampon



soaked wet marbly sounds



against a fluffed out candy cotton



embroiled pishkins



a cartoon fragment



where i crashed my spaceship



beside first light yawning



a sandy unwashed face ~ hungry for coffee and the strength to suit up


while should have been ~ paddling out



the hip bone of mermaids



a sea star on stilts sits stunned and stranded



the trail i follow



to wet dead things



outside mommas



washed away




death mounts us all to the ground


4 foot @ 14 seconds forever~ a new high tide spot



my analog vanagon~




















































the mural

before the world ends in ducks, and is painted over by shades of grey and brown

the brown bunny watches the cities burn

a rat hidden valley




the simplest abstraction of geography

if only art were some pill shaped understanding to be swallowed rather than owned


the sun fades even dragons


the fifth wave in any set is always the biggest


burn geometry to the ground


iron cross pinwheel vs whale


how to crush elephants


my balls stuffed thru Uranus


the sun is a steel blade to winged things


a flattened tree talking to a hairy sunset


does the sun suspect the trees of gazing at the moon

a cheap restoration

tattooed ass


the sun sends it's son to kill the earth

we discovered planets crashed at our feet


building new alphabets


concrete flags waving over worthless worlds

i've never painted a round novel


children don't have real eyes


we've built spacecraft to land on each other
everything will fade, be torn down, painted over or ignored


NE!L~

















































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