31-35

shadows at golden gate

ob

enter

mexico

mexico

25-30

mexico

mexico

bad religion, mexico

shanty town, mexico

turtle beach, mexico

21-25

ziwat

dali chair

lightning, el salvador

el salvador

x

16-20

conserve

home

fishing for fun

warmth

hollow in oz

11-15

ozzie tree fort surf check

ozzie heaven

holy hossegor

paris, france

france freight train

6-10

scotland

irish sunrise

irish pot of gold

chile dog

mexican drainer

1-5

cock

my friend preston barley from north carolina

getty

vibes

baby shippy

north over south

north over south

inner sunset

people out the window

young and old

warped by the glass—

sheen of clarity—

fog and spring breeze

sweep the street

a desk, and shelf

collect dust, near

the open window—

the room is empty

arson

the arsonist who burned down the library said you know the secret to surviving, we cannot have all these books and words telling us how and what life is. he doused the reference section with all its science and facts then moved to philosophy religion and shouted I do not need to think to know I am. then came the rest, the novels. tricky metaphors which created uncertainties in life. the match was struck, the blue of the flame wavered then kissed the kerosene. as the arsonist ran out he screamed that finally all those words and ideas are free. no one owns them. there is no account for life other than itself.