Stonework

Minute 3.13

The name invoked, a terror in the lore
Riding west and down, white rose and the crown
Cut and plied, shagged edges in the corps
About the town a string of copper wound.

Minute 2.27

The storm’s firstborn, jaw driven to the sand

Iron bells broken, blackened pearls on a strand

Rope an incantation, torches preside
Toilers pull pennies away from the tide.

Minute 3.21

Moon rises on the island of the dogs

Captives bled, city falls upon the stair

A name returns to find and free the gods
Hill of war and water’s sacred square.

Graffiti, Twin Arrows

Minute 3.10

Polished belly, a scrawled “e” on its brain
Wind up, sling, and skipping toward the deep
The window shut, the salutations vain
Brass key bearing, a sunlit surface keep.

Salton Sea

Minute 2.7

Quartered for the thread, of old substance bled
The dissolute empire's hacking caress
Abundance expires in a wastral's bed

Ships plow the shingle and signal distress.

Minute 1:1

My lord the master proposes a tale
Primeval point and black detonation
The troika's green glass expelled from the whale

Sky rent for the new world's illumination.

Portentous Quatrain #5

Their tribes like sentient clouds in nature roam

Like ours, the drive to feed and guard the womb

The custom to which maps demand an end

In tin with paper packed, no ways to wend.

Turrell Skyspace

Portentous Quatrain #4

From the house of special purpose, ride on
White coats confounded, shroudless siblings rest;
Demure, the pious grifter welcomes home
Imperial dolls to sanctified nest.

The Racetrack Playa

Portentous Quatrain #3

The frigid pressure of a hundred worlds,
The crack and shudder in a miscast bell:
Above, the pallid grifter fleeces fold,

A flame in darkness, crab a terse farewell.

Portentous Quatrain #2

Black-maned, toothless, his circus overturned

Ushered to the gallows of his making:

Quiet the giddy executioners

A hooded prayer, then loose legs shaking. 

Chartres Sundial

Portentous Quatrain #1

An arrow guide the spider-thread across

Tested, trusted, tried swaying under foot:

The untouched cloud a testament to loss,

From mountain pulled: a cap, a bone, a boot.



Lorraine Motel, Memphis

Teledyne-Ryan Firebee Drone