When the sun fills the kitchen.

For Amy.


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Wasn't this the color of a Good Humor Pop

5 am Dishes

What morning dishes might look like after 5 years of sleep deprivation and no coffee.

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Rails and Spirits.

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Ruff

The time will come when you no longer need to know.

My Brain.

My brain is a field of blackberries flowing down to the ocean from Arcadia. My brain is gray clouds over Newark. My brain is frost on a Minneapolis pumpkin.

Pictured back Then.

What you see is what you get, but you can seldom judge a book by it's cover.

The rain is cold. The sky is that deep shade of gray. The kind of sky that has clouds seem so low to the ground that they pick up the color of grassy fields in their under bellies. The wind is tearing across the pavement between the tightly knit neighborhood houses.

What you see is not always what you get...

Reach

The go getter, go gets.

Unicorn

Do you want to decorate your pumpkin?..I ask my five year old. She initially responds we can't it's too early they will get old..I say no let's just draw on them.. She says ok. I say what would you like to draw. She says a unicorn, but "can you draw one for me because I don't know how." I say of course I can help, so I make an outline of what I thought was a perfectly good unicorn.. she jumps in .. no not like that .. I say "that looks like a unicorn no..no...she says.. "you forgot the wings."

Sunflower Cloud

I wanted to tell you that you have everything you need. Look over the field and watch the airplanes land on the grassy hill. The sky is turning to a light violet. Take a moment to watch the clouds float over the lake. Remember you have everything you need. I am on my way home to make some popcorn and hear about your day.

Useless Comparison

Los Angeles. Cross-processed Agfa film.













Minneapolis. Kodak Portra NC film.

"I'll call ya, everything is under control."

5 not 15

Somethings act like markers or lets say points on a timeline, pins on a map. Take a second look. Take a picture of a wall in your house and put it in a drawer for five years. In five years that picture might mean more or less. You might have a new wall to look at or might have misplaced the photo. I have had this photo stashed in a small box buried in the basement since 1994. I guess I should have looked after five years not 15.

Christopher: The Devil and the Details.

They say the sun was just beginning to cut over the hill when the three cars collided. Witnesses say it was the worst accident they had ever seen. The local paper ran stories about it for a week but never mention the five people involved. I never saw the scene but like many I had a vivid picture of it running in my head like someone was holding a fisher price slide viewers up to my eyes. Speculation began to spread like wild fire thru school and town. Everyone was talking about the "crash" and about the rumor that someone survived the crash. I overheard a woman in the Sunny Mart say," I drove by that accident and I tell you no one could have survived... if someone did they had to make somekind of deal with..well with someone." Only a handful of people saw Christopher that morning, a few cops, myself and Mae's crew. Of all the people in the world why did it have to be Mae.

I study the flashing slides and hover over every detail until I feel a little ill. I see the twisted metal shine in the golden morning light. Everything is quiet and I think if I stay still enough I will be able to imagine where Christopher climbed from the wreckage. The wheels from the car are still slightly moving, there is the faintest trail of white smoke and a trickle of black oil running down the pavement...where is he... what car...I hear a faint sound in the distance that starts quietly and then erupts into the period bell. Math class in five minutes with Mr.Evans. I guess you'll have to wait Christopher like I have to ...