2007 Spring Southwest Trip

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January 12, 2013

Arches National Park in Utah is a place you go to, you see it, you take pictures, you leave. Then you spend the rest of your life processing those images. Not the ones from your camera. The ones left in your head. They pop up in dreams. After dreams. Those half-awake cerebral indulgences when it’s […]

March 13, 2007

El Paisa in Albuquerque. Burrito de Adobabda. Red sauce dribbling down my chin. Truck drivers driving by gawking out the window “Gotta get me that!” (Reminding me of Guero Canelo in Tucson) – Jon Oropeza

standing on the corner of Yale and ImprobableAlbuquerque New Mexicowaiting for my lightwatching the sun go downover the plateau out beyond the citya yellow plaincut by some grotesqueGeorgia O’Keeffe wagon wheels – the I-40 for realAlbuquerque New Mexico, home of the Lobosa carload of whom just shouted obscenities at melong nights out here where the […]

March 12, 2007

Little town between Fowler and La Junta, I spotted this little park and had to stop, stretch, scare the locals.sittin in a little parkmanzanola coloradoarkansas river runningall that water to mississippis and new orleansesstone bench, stone tablegrasses & weedpatches &they say the migrant is ruining small town americabut I see mexican food for sale taco […]

March 10, 2007

navajo nationnavajo rezhigh country, 7000 foot elevationme buzzy from altitude andflagstaff double caff ‘spresso;crossroads townnavajo nation and all associated connotationsmangy dogs, men sitting around doing nothingwaiting, watching, talking in low voicesDine’ linguistics and leather skinfriend Neil Aunko’s grandfathers‘…he’s pickled himself alive…’sad men who maturity says cry then lookthrough and around them –ether wild, tangible and […]

What i really like about travelling solo are the opportunities to stop and figure something out. Like if I’m trying reconcile the geology of a place with its history, or trying to work out a poem – I just pull off and work on it, and usually pretty soon I’m somewhere I’d never be if […]

Between gusts of wind she gets so quiet you can hear your heart going thump-thump, thump-thump in your ears. Sun makes his final descent, his light dimming and defracting as he’s viewed through more and more of the atmosphere. Gone in a glimpse, and then what’s to do but look for the first star and […]