After the Fall

We fly out of Alaska in the complaint addled escape from slightly rainy weather. My clients want sunlight, they want clear skies, and hopefully their disquiet mixes with jet exhaust and is left far behind. On the flight, an attempted molestation turns into a malediction of malice. I am forced to pretend I am asleep while nauseating efforts are made to separate me from my honor. I suppose when you have unlimited funds and are used to getting everything... Read More

A Winter w/o Temperature

Irkutsk, Lustvyanka, Lake Baikal – Siberia Russa (July 2010) The Age by Osip Mandelstam (1891 – 1938) My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two centuries’ worth of vertebrae? The creating blood gushes From the throat of earthly things, And the parasite just trembles On the threshold of new days. While the creature still has life, The spine must be delivered, While with the unseen... Read More

Maiden Voyage

It was just before the 4th of July.  I had got back in touch with an old friend and we decided to catch up over drinks before I spent the next day with family.  Going back to Orange County is always conflicting for me.  I remember very well the absolute revile I used to feel about the place when I lived there.  The sterility, the pointlessness, the frivolity in place of what I would consider ‘real experience’.  I had my Holden Caufield moments... Read More