Dispatches from the Road, Pt. 3

Sacred and profane: a "photo-essay" on facades, signs, and steeples

One must fasten one’s gaze.

— Karl Ove Knausgaard

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Surprise Valley, CA

Want to go next door with me?

And look at his main breaker?

And see if we can get one for his generator?

Newark, OH

Waking up at ten

With misting drizzle noiseless

On tin garage roof.

Mendocino Range, CA

Forced to define the mind,

The neurosurgeon indicated

Consciousness,

Unconsciousness,

And pure, unbounded consciousness

With her scapula.

Outside of Marfa, TX

Lawn chair beneath front step awning,

Mind blank in the dawning:

A new day in east LA.

Griffith Observatory, Los Angeles, CA

They chipped away at him

Until panic set in:

He had to buy Bitcoin.

Church of Santa Teresa, Presidio, TX

Rainy pickup basketball —

Hot showers, pork rinds, and ginger —

Silence is the natural state.

Chicago, IL

So too Brother Jack,

Both weak and strong,

All holy, wild digging

And sublimated brawn.

San Francisco, CA

Wet railing on an interstate overpass:

Mind washed clean,

Ultralight beam.

Portland, OR

Best not talk about it very much —

Chance of rain on the pass,

But stay in touch.

Ovando, MT

Santa Barbara, CA

“Are there even any subtleties worth noting?”

He proclaimed from the throne of his complacency,

Too long stopped at a waypoint.

Manhattan, NY, NY

The Presidio, San Francisco, CA

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When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez, when it’s Easter time, too
And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs when you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue…

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