I haven't written a blog in just over 2 months. I can't pinpoint why exactly, it's just been a little hectic I suppose & pauses happen.
Anyways, I am not going to make this blog about me. Some of you know how amazingly talented my brother is with his words & for those of you who don't - saddle up.
He's magic and I am ambitious. When everything else feels heavy & as if it's failing, we have that at least.
Cheers - to his words meeting my photographs & the effortless draw between the two time & time again.
I had this dream again
You were there
And the Red Sox were winning
Except this time
Other people were keeping us apart
Which was nice
It hurt less
Then you looking down that classical nose at me
And telling me to speed up
So that you could slow down
Like a fly in central air
Shrink wrapped in spasms of darkness
Still terrified of heights
And canary yellow sunlight legs spread apart with telephone lines
Staggered breath after staggered breath
Your heaving breasts
Throwing up enough debris to seal the sunlight
Until 50 years pass and I tend to awake in brain damaged shape
To the sound of moans caught in amber
The way a mind negotiates pain when you're asleep
Like the smell of burning leaves at twilight
When the summer ends
In a sweet scented blur
Of night blooming primrose