This Land is Your Land
This machine kills fascists. If wishing made it so. I’ve been working on a new book, a follow up to I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. It’s the last time… Continue reading
This machine kills fascists. If wishing made it so. I’ve been working on a new book, a follow up to I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. It’s the last time… Continue reading
I have been pretty busy lately, so much so that I decided that last Saturday was going to be all about the art. In a good way, it ended up being one of… Continue reading
When I took off for a little break in September to Alamogordo region of New Mexico, I had no idea that I would be returning so soon. But a chance meeting led to… Continue reading
It’s the holiday season and between being generally merry, getting my book published (I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others is scheduled to be released in January-ish!), organizing The Next Big… Continue reading
With my family, I drove back and forth across the country, almost since birth. I miss that America of then. It was wilder, more uncertain, disconnected, weirder. Each stop on the road had… Continue reading
As we start to transition into autumn, I am catching up with the past few weeks of shooting. I was really hoping for a leisurely summer, but I have been busy. And I… Continue reading
I have to take a little time out from I Will Not Hurt Myself/I Will Not Hurt Others. There’s a ways to go and I need to break it up a little with… Continue reading
I do not know these words,they exist in my skin,leaking out like I wasborn to sing spite fortime; my feet do not knowtheir direction, butdrive into the dirtwe drive into the dirt,we taking… Continue reading
I am the land and the land is me. I keep coming back to the old places to remind myself that my pieces, my bones, my blood, my sands and salt and winds… Continue reading
I’m leapfrogging over the next two sections of the book, whizzing past thoughts of identity and of isolation, mostly because regular readers have seen these on multiple occasions while I worked through a… Continue reading