pieces of summer

All of these beads.
I had looked for some common thread to run through them.

But, no, here they are unstrung—or never strung—rolling around loose and bright in this strange, quiet drawer.

valleys of fire. and dawn. and cactus. creosote. bullet brass. bottle glass. sand. wind.

Buckhorn Wash with students. Coyote Gulch with the kids.

escarabjo in Pátzcuaro. rothschildia moth in CDMX. tarantula in the Gulch.

xoloitzcuintli of the uncanny

inside the Palacio de Bellas Artes: memorial services for José Luis Cuevas, 1934(1931?)-2017.

outside: rainy season, dogs and novios stroll in the park.

churrería El Moro

Vochol

On a steep evening walk up to the “deer theater,” it doesn’t hurt to hop them all up on Sour Patch Kids.

And wild strawberries will help get you there on a 3 day in the Uintas.

Killing the roll cast on Mohawk Lake.

Inventing ritual; surely this world will not mind another bottle dance.

David Foster Wallace and Axl. Halloween rehearsals were never more elegant.

more rehearsals, GBEEC

local pipeline and John August Lake