Southern Ghosts December 1, 2010

Here we recognize condensation on windows and mirrors as the breath of ghosts. This is the last place on earth for believers. How can we not honor the dead here? The venerable hairs of old women Hang from their knotted lineage Draping green-grey ash everywhere.

Mid-Morning, Almost Noon, Saturday. November 20, 2010

Cooked a breakfast of sautéed onions and Dinosaur kale over a warmed up baked potato, with one fried egg on the side dotted in Tabasco sauce. A new country breakfast I called it. My neighbor who called to me from the other side of the small courtyard to inquire about my breakfast said that was [...]

Movers June 4, 2010

A year later, when she tired of hometown life
And wanted to move to the “big city” to the north,
We moved her then, too…

Oases of Power and Wonder December 4, 2009

“But it’s an eerie desolation in the desert. Out here you hope for signs of life.”

Vacancy: NYC & New England, March 2007 November 24, 2009

Ghostly, snow-filled Holga snapshots of NYC & New England become art.