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  • October29th

    Taylor Guitars Wood and Steel…

    Posted in: Blog

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  • October25th

    Posted in: Poetry

    fragrance

    black and pink erupt up ahead = hammering of skull - swaying of trees - come so far into bended knees - fastidious shrine spreads the field - the deity deep - the worship goes around the sweat grinds down - humidity,flies, flies and disease - hepatitis A B and C - saffron robes open to womb - the milky way fills the room - answers come and questions go.

  • October24th

    HENSE

    Posted in: Politely Disruptive Radio


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    talking art and trash
    showing us how to blow it up at a new level

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  • October23rd

    MIAMI PETE : THE ROAD OF SELF RELIANCE ON THE EDGE OF SOCIETY

    Posted in: Photojournalism

    october, and the temperature is 90 degrees, the miami sun seems almost angry. i am throwing back a cuban coffee when this super shady character catches my eye. the lightning bolt tattooed on his cheek arrest my attention and says that tattoo is either self inflicted or received in prison. the blur and fade of the aged tattoo doesn’t reduce it’s dramatic impact one bit. judging by the tattoo’s condition i am guessing it is at least 25 to 30 years old. Unlike today, a facial tattoo in those years was totally unheard of. Only the hardest of the hard would walk with that type of statement.

    i down my coffee and burn my throat. Rounding my heels i on the move, i have to meet this guy.

    Miami Pete is the mans handle but his filthy yankees hat declares his origin of birth. A home the Pete can neverseem to find his way back to both physically or emotionally.

    A petty thief and drug dealer working the streets of Miami is a tough job. A job that is written like a road map all over Pete’s face and body. The story of this mans life spreads across his flesh in jagged ink.

    as a veteran of the tattoo world i have come to understand that some tattoos have a much more intense stories than others. One look at Pete and i new the depth of his story could fill a well.

    At 53 Pete displays a sharpness that only hard living can create. the flash in his eyes warns me to keep my own two eyes on him at all times. Staying with in arms reach ofPete could be volatile. My camera gear was easy to hock and it was clearly on his mind. i am scanning Pete’s clothing for a weapon and the two of us are playing a gameof intimidation that is the wolf in everyman who bothers to acknowledge it. A very experienced grifter Pete is off the worlds grid and i am clearly on his turf. if i want this story, i got follow Pete down his rabbits hole.

    we shook hands with a firm grip and i introduced my self. the sour smell of whiskey spread across my face as Pete said hello. i quickly noticed a tattoo that looked military on his forearm as we were shaking hands. i placed the tattoo on his forearm as vietnam era. Pete seemed impressed and said he did his time in hell. i thanked him for his unmentionable sacrifice to preserve my freedom.

  • October23rd

    the wheat of the draft

    Posted in: Poetry

  • October23rd

    rose covers eyes

    Posted in: Blog

  • October20th

    The TOP

    Posted in: Poetry

    The TOP

    The top spins so fast
    The axis skims the ground
    Dancing - gliding - poping of the ground dying to move all directions at once

    At the core the force has created a vacuum
    No ground just sky
    No home just flight
    - the spin creates the spun

  • October19th

    LARYNX MIAMI - the hollow muscular form of fashonista !!

    Posted in: Blog

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  • October17th

    JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

    Posted in: Poetry

    JUST ANOTHER NIGHT

    Unconnected
    Dial tone
    The mirror of cold shoulder makes one see

    The distance between stars
    Would be made short work compared to my loneliness

    I orbit the deep space of neglect
    Revolving around me is the moon of selfishness

    How far under the crust can love possibly be…..
    The canary in cage
    Feet up, beak stiffly open
    Death by broken heart
    Death by broken heart