She hadn’t ever thought of growing up until she ran to the bathroom during class one day. A warm sensation had overwhelmed her and she felt out of control. As she shuffled toward the unisex bathroom next to the nurse’s office she thought she was going to pass out. She had looked behind herself to see if anyone was following her. She had always had a fear of blood.
23 March 2010
19 February 2010
this is special.
Mountain Man "Mouthwings" [part 1 of 3] from Yours Truly on Vimeo.
Mountain Man "Honeybee" for Yours Truly [part 2 of 3] from Yours Truly on Vimeo.
Mountain Man "Babylon" [part 3 of 3] from Yours Truly on Vimeo.
these girls are pretty pretty great
we drove down to salem to see them earlier this week
if you ever get a chance
go
01 February 2010
bedframes/dining rooms
i decided in my drippy state of mind that kicking the random cat in my yard was a brilliant concept
the wet slippery partially decomposed leaves were not the best surface for my quick movements
i missed that cat
but scared it enough that it scurried away quickly
i limped like an old man up the stairs and into the house
discarded my wet shoes at the door
my ankle was throbbing not only from twisting it violently
but also crashing into the cement step
tired and irritated i climbed into bed to sleep it off
silence was not a good compliment to the heartbeat in my lower leg
so i got up and took a vicodin
flossed my teeth
and passed out on top of my covers
24 January 2010
fall vacation scooters
to the way that a young son is attracted to his mother
he sat at his desk
with his legs crossed
contemplating the mistakes he had made
that caused seemingly every relationship
he ever sought
to fizzle
did he try too hard
or was it just something that occurred naturally
when he had first met her
he thought she was average looking
at best
he first gained the confidence
to ask her out
after a night of drinking
and analyzing his loneliness
their first
and last dates
were similar in that he bled at some point during each
during the first date he received a paper cut while paying the bill
during the last date she stabbed him in the shoulder with a nail file
even after getting out of prison
he still thought about her
as if she were still breathing
03 January 2010
slice the prizm
release pops and frowns
i make my way down the stairwell
my consciousness teeters unpredictably
the sticky leather seat i sit in attempts
to comfort me inefficiently
the alley surrounded by stools
and squeaks marks an area of unrest
slumped over i look up
realizing the mirror across from me
is pulling me into its numbing void
my eyes roll back
and i fall in
30 December 2009
like heaven but real
and nails recede
like a raisin developing from a grape
i walk around in my cold
damp socks
thinking about trench foot
i wonder how many days i could wear these socks
before my toes become like my fingertips
18 December 2009
welcome to the crazy horse west
and i reach for the wall
something to grab onto
light refracts into blue halos
my vision crackles
i feel like i am
watching an old cassavetes film
my knees give out and i collapse
in the cold corner
but i don't
remember collapsing
just sinking
waking up feeling
like if i stop trying
i am going to throw up
i feel disconnected
nauseous
embarrassed
i sit and drink my warm water
and try to regain
some reference of stabilty
this may take a while
15 December 2009
14 December 2009
lower back pains
i don’t know what happened to her between
the seventies and eighties
she used to be such an honest girl
the kind of girl who washed the dishes
the kind of girl who preferred plays to films
something changed
now she hits the dog
she wakes me in the middle of the night
to tell me something about me that she doesn’t like
last night she told me that she hates the way i blink
alone
13 December 2009
fiery holiday bean chili
ingredients:
1 can peeled whole tomatoes
2 medium yellow onions
2 jalapeño peppers
1 anaheim pepper
1 green bell pepper
12 garlic cloves
1/2 lb (1 1/2 cans) soaked great northern beans (or kidney beans)
1 can soaked black beans
1 teaspoon sea salt
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
1 teaspoon crushed red pepper
1 teaspoon cumin
1 teaspoon tabasco sauce
instructions:
cut the tomatoes into fourths and pour the can in entirety into a large saucepan. heat saucepan to medium/low heat. chop onions and add. chop garlic and add. cook for 10 minutes.
chop and remove seeds of green bell pepper and add. chop and add anaheim pepper and jalapeno peppers (with seeds). drain beans and add.
add in salt, black pepper, cayenne pepper, crushed red pepper, cumin, and tabasco sauce.
cook covered for 1 hour.
remove lid and cook for 30 minutes.
notes:
this chili is very spicy. the cornbread recipe that i posted previously goes really well with this chili recipe.
if you don't want an extremely spicy chili i suggest that you reduce the amount of hot peppers that you do not include tabasco sauce/use less cayenne pepper
12 December 2009
the shadow on the ceiling looks like a crab
it was raining so my socks got wet
he said he wanted to make me dinner
lord knows norman can't cook
norman made peanut butter and honey sandwiches
he thought he would be fancy and serve it on toast
he pierced the thickly sliced white bread with the poker
norman held the bread over the makeshift fire he had made in the fireplace
he offered me some brandy
lord knows peanut butter and honey tastes best with brandy
the sweet strong brandy stung my cracked lips as i sipped it
he tried to tell me stories about the stuffed birds on his wall
norman had named the birds after the characters from 'animal farm'
the burnt toast was a perfect housing for the viscous honey
as i bit into the sandwich the honey gushed out onto my chin
it dried in my beard and created a rough sticky surface that reminded me of grout
norman handed me a dishrag that had dried tomato sauce on it
i wiped my chin with the wet red rag until the grime was removed
norman took the dishrag from me and dimmed the lights
lord knows he was always planning something awful
good thing i had a few glasses of whiskey before i came over
dinner with norman always ends in blackouts
10 December 2009
autumnal vegetable stuffed squash
ingredients:
2 small acorn squashes
1 red onion
1/2 yellow onion
1/2 shallot
6 cloves garlic
2 handfuls crimini mushrooms
2 small yellow zucchinis
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon curry powder
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon paprika
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 egg whites
2 tablespoons cottage cheese
1 small 'tube' of chèvre
instructions:
preheat oven to 375°F and place rack in middle of oven
cut acorn squash in half lengthwise and remove seeds. on a baking sheet place squash flesh side up and rub orange flesh with olive oil. cover with tin foil and bake for 40 minutes or until orange flesh of squash begins to become tender.
heat a pan over medium heat and add olive oil. slice all vegetables. add onions/garlic/shallots. cook a few minutes. add zucchini/mushrooms. cook a few minutes.
add cinnamon/salt/curry powder/black pepper making sure the flavors are blending. the flavors from the vegetables alone are very vibrant.
in a large bowl combine the sautéed curried vegetables/egg whites/cottage cheese. mix well.
when squash has become tender remove from oven and scoop vegetable mixture into each halved squash until 3/4 of the way full. make sure that the squash is stable on the cooking sheet and will not fall over.
place back in hot oven and bake 30-50 minutes uncovered until the mixture has 'set'.
when the squash is near finishing spread some chèvre on the top of each and bake a few more minutes.
07 December 2009
the gold ones might have almonds in them
tried to think of the last time i had a ‘good’ nightmare
the kind where you wake up somewhere else
not knowing what you are
the kind of dream that makes waking up in the morning hard
makes your bed feel like another planet
couldn’t remember when it was
maybe when i was young
when i woke up one night
convinced the bed was made of boulders
i clawed my way to the flat spot
curled back up
thinking i had found a ‘comfortable’ rock to sleep on
it was one of those dreams
05 December 2009
spicy/jala/cornbread
ingredients:
3 tablespoons olive oil (you can use butter/walnut oil/etc...)
1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
1 cup whole wheat flour
3/4 cup corn meal
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons sea salt
1 teaspoon ground cayenne pepper
1 jalapeño pepper
1 1/4 cups plain soy milk
instructions:
heat oven to 350°F
in pan (i use a square 9-inch pan) combine oil and crushed red pepper flakes and place in the hot oven while you prepare the rest of the ingredients
in a medium sized mixing bowl combine the dry ingredients and mix
add soy milk and mix
take pan out of oven and pour the mixture into the hot pan making sure to spread the mixture evenly to the edges of the pan
bake for 30-40 minutes depending upon your oven
01 December 2009
large lawn gnomes
it will cover what hangs mangled out the door onto the lawn
the glass on the street causes me to jump off my bike
i take the sidewalk and look around
the street becomes a blacktop jungle surrounded by drooping tape
so many people
so many lights
the lawn with the house with the car in it is the attraction
the police swarm up and down the street
run red lights
shell casings in the alley across the street
the sirens blast my eardrums
make me tentative to cross the intersection
the gunshots startled those around
i wonder what started it
i wonder if he woke up this morning thinking he was going to die
30 November 2009
my knife has a scissors in it
i want to spit hot peppermint tea in your face
i want the spit to drip down my chin into my beard
i want my face to smell like peppermint tea
i want your face to smell like i spit peppermint tea on it
24 November 2009
recycling bins serve as cup holders
something that ‘feels right’
warm
tight
the kind of feel that makes you think of ‘water wings’
feeling grabbed but stable
safe but uncomfortable
i think that is what i want
or at least i just want something
if that counts
i just want to have to shake my arm
because it has that tingly feeling
that ‘starry’ pop rock feeling
the one that doesn’t hurt
but you grimace
23 November 2009
greasy black hands
makes me feel strange
makes me feel incomplete
makes me feel violated
my day starts off in a haze of confusion
a haze of investigation
i didn’t ask you to be there
i didn’t want you to be there
there are probably answers to why you were there
i don’t like any of those answers
i just want you to not be there tomorrow
makes my showers feel too wet
makes my cereal taste too soggy
tomorrow when I wake up confused
too early
not awake
let me peel my eyes open in silence
16 November 2009
bruno rides the ski lift up
Rolls over and reaches for his phone. 4:03, too early. Climbs off the floor and reaches for the door knob. Scuffles across the cool floor in the dark kitchen. Stubs toes consistently. Opens the fridge. Smells musty like the basement. Like a cat lives in there, or something. Eats an apple, core and all climbs back in bed. How many apple seeds would you have to eat to be affected by the cyanide concentration?
Why is his pillow so unsupportive of his head? His head isn’t that big. Isn’t that heavy. But that is the least of the complaints he has about his sleeping situation. The torn and burned carpet that acts as his mattress scratches him as he turns in the night. He wakes with sores.
Wonders why he tries to sleep at all. Sleeping makes him feel stressed, inadequate. Remembers hearing that sleep was nourishing, once. Could be doing more productive things with his time. But what? Why does it matter? What matters?
Feels guilty. Alone. Lucid. Wishes he had worried more when he was younger. Now worrying consumes his time. Possesses an unquenchable hunger. A hunger shared with those who lack food. Who lack love. Who lack everything but life. Possibly. Wonders if life can be quantitatively measured.
If the kitchen didn’t smell so bad he would maybe make something to eat. Cupboard has beans and rice. He digs for a bandanna to cover his nose and mouth. Still dark in his room. Too early. Knocks over his bedside water and kneels in it.
The bandanna provides a tentative barrier between the smell of stale life and his olfactory. Digs through what is contained by the cupboard and pulls out what is left of his bulk black beans. Of his long grain rice. Sings issac hayes in his head. Feels nostalgic. Not sure what about.
Unscrews the tight cap on his ground cayenne pepper. Drops the cap in the dark. Steps on the cap. Seasons the rice and beans. Uses an old bread bag and a rubber band to cover the ground cayenne pepper. Thinks this wont work.
Escapes the suffocating kitchen that is now not as musty. Retreats back to his floor. Sits cross-legged on the floor. The sun is coming up so he opens the blinds. Devours his food. Enjoys the combination of moist and firm and spicy. Coughs, realizing he had spilled his water already.
Walks to the bathroom to drink from the sink. Looks in the mirror. His bloodshot eyes stare at the bandanna around his neck. His nose bleeds again. Wipes it with soft, stained cut of cotton. Cough has ceased.
Slithers back to his room. Slides back to his position of the floor. Exhausted from eating/coughing/bleeding, he returns to restlessness.
15 November 2009
11 November 2009
hakeem the dream
helps me not think so much
i remember being young and not having to plan
the important things were simple
dancing in costume
dunking on small hoops
recklessness was not as severe but equally as stimulating
10 November 2009
(clip(clop
warm yet brisk morning rides
wrapped in red scarves
covered in waterproof blue
carrying nutritious meals and dry shoes
splashed with puddles
sprayed with decomposing leaves
09 November 2009
'oh bless their hearts'
it's like knocking your knee into the edge of the table every time you come near it
it's like checking the mail and realizing no one sent you anything, again
it's like missing the bus when another one doesn't come for an hour
it's like burning the garlic bread because you put 'broil' on
it's like paper cuts in the webbing between your fingers
it's like slipping/falling in the shower
it's like losing your birth certificate
it's like biting into a popsicle stick
it's like a bad orgasm
it's like a bad hug
it's like a flat tire
it's like that
06 November 2009
04 November 2009
pgs n blnkt
thought about how much warmer it is to have a blanket
homeless people are tough
if i was homeless i would take a lot of the steps i am taking right now
(low income bus pass)
(food stamps)
(eat cans of beans)
having an ipod makes me feel bourgeoisie
tomorrow it is probably going to rain
will the homeless be dry?
03 November 2009
april wheeler /vs/ the egg
she portrays the terminator in a cold, efficient, panicked fashion
planning can be like this
i think sometimes its called foreshadowing
the way she beat that egg made me think
25 October 2009
tomatillo salsa.salsa verde.spicy.
ingredients:
10-12 tomatillos (variety of green and yellow firm tomatillos)
6-8 whole cloves of garlic
1-6 peppers* (jalapenos, habaneros, serranos, bananna wax, chiles, etc)
1/2 onion (white/yellow/red)
handful of fresh cilantro
generous amount of cumin
generous amount of ground cayenne pepper
generous amount of black pepper
1/4 cup lime juice
1 tablespoon oil (olive, canola, etc...)
instructions:
heat a frying pan at medium/low on stove top
add oil
to prepare tomatillos pull off papery husks, cut in half (right down the middle) and remove top of core
to prepare peppers cut off stems
to prepare garlic remove 'skin', keep whole
add prepared tomatillos, peppers, and garlic to warm pan
'pan roast' until tomatillos become soft and good smells occur
in a blender/food processer add onion, cilantro, cumin, black pepper, cayenne pepper, lime juice, and 'pan roasted' items
blend/process until even consistency is achieved
*notes:
make your choices for amount and types of peppers based upon your preference/what you have available
also the colors of the peppers will contribute to the aesthetics of the coloring of the salsa
let me know if you have any questions/concerns
22 October 2009
/bloody/knuckle/scrapes/
captain hook has a bloated fat neck stained with ink
morning bike rides are refreshing
loose rear wheels are not
(strange)rs can be helpful
grease stains don't look flattering on a baby blue canvas
wounds to the knuckles of fingers erase intricate creases
21 October 2009
makesmewet
high probability of getting wet
wet is what i became
my raincoat kept my ipod dry
fleetwood mac 'rumours' kept me
the little beads of rain on my jacket were enjoyable
wet corduroy was not
moved to the "west"
it has been a collection of adventures and life changes
i miss people
i meet people
for the most part i like people
but baseheads give me the willies
applied for food 'stamps'
bought an old road bike
tomatillos in the backyard=salsa verde
/explor(ing)/