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My Blog - Inspired By My Pictures

Years ago I heard the advice, "Don't take pictures while on vacation, just focus on the experience."  This turned out to be terrible guidance for me.  In my late 30s I started taking more pictures.  This activity helps to cement memories that would otherwise be lost whether on vacation or just going somewhere on the weekend.  In this blog I share the memories and stories inspired by my pictures.  

I sat at the bar listening to the tales of the strangers next to me

Large men well past their prime

They shared memories of wrestling in the 80s

Exercising and performing and cocaine

When the blow was gone

They smashed assorted pills in their hotels

With the bottoms of cordless phones

And they snorted the fresh powder

Jittery on black coffee and ayahuasca

I saw my high school

With one stairway

Two flights up

At the landing

There was no hallway

Just a singular boy's bathroom door

Inside and alone

I banged on the metal trash can

Asking Oscar to come out

Before sitting in one of the stalls

Eating my quarter pounder with cheese

It was a restless night's sleep

Every cycle's repetition into REM

Left me debating the same question

Should I use the word




I didn't even have a use case

I don't know whether I was trying

To disparage someone else

Or myself

Unconscious agony over the right word

I woke up wet with sweat

Worried that my words

Are limp, loose and useless

I raced to my car shirtless

Tore out of the driveway

And headed east with the windows down

Oklahoma dust drifted in and clung to my damp skin

Mud drying into a dark brown cake

Which the wind popped off in pieces

Over the next thirty minutes

I drove into the dawn

Staring at light's birth until I went blind

Swerving off the highway

Burrowing my car in the nameless brush

That litters the landscape of Western Oklahoma

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