Thursday, July 23, 2009


We're going to keep doing stupid things
until we're done.

You'll think about it everyday
until one day you don't.

It'll always hurt until
one day
it won't.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Eastern Sierra Range

Glacier lakes over 11,000 feet.
Cold and inviting,
every single pore
open and ready to receive
the burn.

Distant sounds:
The constant swoop and curve of the water over rocks.
Sweet treble.
Rocks sharply sliding downwards heavy with age, sun, and the slow movement of the earth.
Muted bass.
The wind snaking through your clothes. Your hair following the notes.

Sunday, July 12, 2009


Silence is deafening,
but our voices carry.
We're covered
in a thin layer of dust
with smoke in our hair.

Pictures or it didn't happen.
You can only take our word for it.

Up on Suicide Rock,
we forget the aches
and breathe deeply.