nothing at all

ether,vapor,mist, a wisp of failure

("painting" composed from many old weather map parts and spam images of the human form from internet

what is a metaphor as it curdles into cliche? isn't it just like that storm that still remains from what one was...a meekness born of the loss of that updraft?




As the storm dissipates it sends a blast of air out from its decline and demise. Sometimes this wave makes a few small forms and then dissipates, but often new storms fire along its wave outward and this process continues in time. Is this also metaphor?

Cliche's are both the lepers and the wheels in language in a sense. They are lepers in the context of originality in voice , but isn't it their overuse that has made them cliche's? Did you write frantic bad poems at 15? Were they something that must be written, a pure vessel as awkward as they were?



A jet just passed over my head, perfectly bisecting 3 ragged old vapor
trails between some wreck ugly thin cirrus anvil cloud husks beheaded from
yesterday's thunderstorms down in Mexico somewhere . This little bit of
urine colored woozy geometry mixed in with a near transparent orange gauze
of smoke from a fire near the ocean is depressing. The lines and clouds
are a vaporous muck, a junk drawer, a skyward projection of the food
wrappers and crushed newspaper pages that press into the dull grids of
fences during the hot winds here. The sun is gleaming briefly off of the
plane , now off to the east and shrinking;erasing in view into smaller and
smaller versions of what passed overhead, almost gone.

Digital "Painting" composed of old weather map icons

1st post

This space will be filling in over time with an array of works in different forms looking at the cross pollination and similarities between the weather,text and writing.