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Tessa loved him. She wrote his name on her notebooks and carved it into her school desk and on benches at the park. She dreamed of him at night and during the day, staring at him across the classroom or schoolyard.  His pants hung just right. His skin was like cream. His arms seemed built to hold her, protect her. They emerged from his faded t-shirt sleeves like invitations to be close. He walked like an animal. A feral boy with a strength and shyness Tessa could not stop thinking about. He was mysterious. He barely spoke, and only rarely could others see his bright blue eyes behind the thick locks of hair that fell across his forehead.  Like a shield. Like cover from a storm were he inside a cave, peering out. He made something within  Tessa spin, as if he stirred her insides with a spoon. Sometimes she followed him home just to see the things he saw. Tessa was only 13 but she wanted him inside of her. She wanted to be an animal too. Or a woman. Or maybe they were the same thing.  #nightwalk

Tessa loved him. She wrote his name on her notebooks and carved it into her school desk and on benches at the park. She dreamed of him at night and during the day, staring at him across the classroom or schoolyard. His pants hung just right. His skin was like cream. His arms seemed built to hold her, protect her. They emerged from his faded t-shirt sleeves like invitations to be close. He walked like an animal. A feral boy with a strength and shyness Tessa could not stop thinking about. He was mysterious. He barely spoke, and only rarely could others see his bright blue eyes behind the thick locks of hair that fell across his forehead. Like a shield. Like cover from a storm were he inside a cave, peering out. He made something within Tessa spin, as if he stirred her insides with a spoon. Sometimes she followed him home just to see the things he saw. Tessa was only 13 but she wanted him inside of her. She wanted to be an animal too. Or a woman. Or maybe they were the same thing. #nightwalk

Bam!!!!

Bam!!!!

Ursula and Lenny lay in bed side by side. The television was on but the sound was muted. It  lit their naked bodies and pumped images into the room of weight loss promises and youth in a cream. Ursula listened to Lenny catch his breath after their lovemaking. He stared at the television just as his wife did and moved in and out of different thoughts. Ursula made a list in her head of ways she could bring up divorce that would not be too painful for Lenny. Lenny thought about installing a new outlet in the bedroom so that they could stop running cords across the floor. Ursula thought about where she would stop tomorrow for coffee and about how hard parking was at the cafe.  Lenny thought about using a jigsaw to cut into the drywall.  Ursula wondered if Lenny would miss her and ask her to stay. She thought about what it would be like to sleep in a bed alone. She imagined his breathing silenced and his body vanishing.  Lenny’s voice interrupted her fantasy. ‘Want anything from the kitchen?’ he asked.  Ursula told him she wanted ice cream. ‘in the container, and a spoon’.  Lenny kissed her and left the room, naked.  She was lucky to have him, she thought. All of the ideas she had about solitude were just ideas. When Lenny came back with ice cream and two spoons, Ursula thanked him and told him she loved him.   #nightwalk

Ursula and Lenny lay in bed side by side. The television was on but the sound was muted. It lit their naked bodies and pumped images into the room of weight loss promises and youth in a cream. Ursula listened to Lenny catch his breath after their lovemaking. He stared at the television just as his wife did and moved in and out of different thoughts. Ursula made a list in her head of ways she could bring up divorce that would not be too painful for Lenny. Lenny thought about installing a new outlet in the bedroom so that they could stop running cords across the floor. Ursula thought about where she would stop tomorrow for coffee and about how hard parking was at the cafe. Lenny thought about using a jigsaw to cut into the drywall. Ursula wondered if Lenny would miss her and ask her to stay. She thought about what it would be like to sleep in a bed alone. She imagined his breathing silenced and his body vanishing. Lenny’s voice interrupted her fantasy. ‘Want anything from the kitchen?’ he asked. Ursula told him she wanted ice cream. ‘in the container, and a spoon’. Lenny kissed her and left the room, naked. She was lucky to have him, she thought. All of the ideas she had about solitude were just ideas. When Lenny came back with ice cream and two spoons, Ursula thanked him and told him she loved him. #nightwalk

T- shirt I did not buy…even though it was basically just a nickle and puzzled me.  But, as you can see, I photographed it.

T- shirt I did not buy…even though it was basically just a nickle and puzzled me. But, as you can see, I photographed it.

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Glenn was a sleepwalker. His Mother often slept on the floor of his room by the door so she could steer her son back to bed before he became lost in the house or outside on the property. Her husband had died when Glenn was an infant. He had tried to stop a robbery at the small grocery down the street. Both he and the couple who owned the place were shot. 124.00 and change was taken. The first time Glenn walked, he was asleep. He moved around the house touching what he could reach of his Father’s belongings. His wooden duck decoy. The ashtray he got in Bankok. The chair he loved so much.  Glenn’s mother would sometimes just follow her boy. Flashlight in hand, she would stay a few steps behind him as he puttered about in the house or moved on a path she could not see out in the yard.  Glenn would take a turn here and there, duck beneath things only his sleeping eyes could see, raise his knee to step over something his Mother would wonder about…yet also step over. Her son’s eyes gave her something else to imagine, and in the mornings, over breakfast, she would tell Glenn about where they had gone together the night before. Glenn would ask questions and so would his mother. Both curious and brave, they would continue these adventures as long as they were offered.  #nightwalk

Glenn was a sleepwalker. His Mother often slept on the floor of his room by the door so she could steer her son back to bed before he became lost in the house or outside on the property. Her husband had died when Glenn was an infant. He had tried to stop a robbery at the small grocery down the street. Both he and the couple who owned the place were shot. 124.00 and change was taken. The first time Glenn walked, he was asleep. He moved around the house touching what he could reach of his Father’s belongings. His wooden duck decoy. The ashtray he got in Bankok. The chair he loved so much. Glenn’s mother would sometimes just follow her boy. Flashlight in hand, she would stay a few steps behind him as he puttered about in the house or moved on a path she could not see out in the yard. Glenn would take a turn here and there, duck beneath things only his sleeping eyes could see, raise his knee to step over something his Mother would wonder about…yet also step over. Her son’s eyes gave her something else to imagine, and in the mornings, over breakfast, she would tell Glenn about where they had gone together the night before. Glenn would ask questions and so would his mother. Both curious and brave, they would continue these adventures as long as they were offered. #nightwalk

Happy Tuesday, Everyone!!!!  #meetings #ideasandlove

Happy Tuesday, Everyone!!!! #meetings #ideasandlove

Late night walk. Power line shadows. Apartment.  #nice

Late night walk. Power line shadows. Apartment. #nice

One summer at Camp, Leslie got to be in a play about equal rights. She spent most of her time on stage marching back and forth while singing a song she can’t completely recall now. It was so many years ago. Carol King sang it, Leslie remembered. Right around the time she was singing about Warren Beatty and clouds in her coffee. Leslie liked being on stage. She was glad to have this old snapshot of the one time it happened. That feeling, of having a voice and of equal rights and collaboration…that was a good feeling for sure.  Also, wearing make-up that wasn’t supposed to look like make-up: good times.    #nightwalk

One summer at Camp, Leslie got to be in a play about equal rights. She spent most of her time on stage marching back and forth while singing a song she can’t completely recall now. It was so many years ago. Carol King sang it, Leslie remembered. Right around the time she was singing about Warren Beatty and clouds in her coffee. Leslie liked being on stage. She was glad to have this old snapshot of the one time it happened. That feeling, of having a voice and of equal rights and collaboration…that was a good feeling for sure. Also, wearing make-up that wasn’t supposed to look like make-up: good times. #nightwalk

"R" s  have really gone up in price.  #guessiamold

"R" s have really gone up in price. #guessiamold

Sunday. Plant skin, Jen skin and chores.

Sunday. Plant skin, Jen skin and chores.

Reason #475 for marrying him.

Reason #475 for marrying him.

After the game, Billy stood in the light near the bleachers and rubbed his sore thighs. Sure, he was different, but he could kick that ball like no other kid on the team.   #nightwalk

After the game, Billy stood in the light near the bleachers and rubbed his sore thighs. Sure, he was different, but he could kick that ball like no other kid on the team. #nightwalk

Palm shadow….Palm shadow

Palm shadow….Palm shadow

Party Animal

Party Animal