Monday, July 18, 2011

sometimes out back

a host of sparrows explodes from the tree top outward in all directions
i can feel the lift of it
the stirring air and for that brilliant skyward moment
it all lifts with them
the heavy growl of traffic
the dangerous hum of humans
all the well lodged voices in my head that condemn me
trash
waste
sick
crazy
useless
its all your fault echoes
of my own voice falling in the heat from the bed
toward the dirty carpet
when
will this
be over
the sounds they all lift
with the birds
exploding stirring up ghosts and history and
a sense of tomorrow
when
theres a chance of change as good as a rest
i want to take off toward
and outward
take off lost and happy
take off years
of lonely
keep this feeling well lodged inside
my chest
my chest brimming
with sudden hope sparrows.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

outta dodge

i managed to peel my ass out of the house, out of the city, yesterday and into the pecos river valley. just kinda drove. felt city blech shed from my body. my chest. my eyes. got to connect briefly with the northern new mexico that i love, that i miss. the stark, open, stunning quiet.

i thought i'd share some photos of my restless crip journey...

*photo is of an old red wooden barn, on a bright sunny blue sky day with the red rock mesa in the background.
photo is of the pecos river where it is dammed and theres is a long and low waterfall.
Photo is of the acequia madre winding through tall grasses and trees.
photo is of irrigated green open fields below the red rock mesa under a blue sky sunny day.
photo is of an old metal girder bridge above the still, dammed water of the river. bridge is reflected in the water. bright blue sky, tall grasses border the water.
this last photo is of the pecos river, shallow and winding through tall grasses. above the water is a rocky hill covered in juniper trees. 


Friday, July 8, 2011

squash flower

its been especially hard to grow things this year, what with the high winds well into summer, the serious drought and now also the hot hot hot days. and many perennials are struggling after such a cold dry winter. its no picnic for plants out there. so amidst the fires and the sense of certain doom this was a welcome sight...