No painting here. No scraping or scrubbing.No Simple Green or bleach, no buckets.No brushes. No paint chips, leaded or unleaded.No ladders, no scaffolding propped upon the low end with wobbly cinder blocks. No harness or toprope.Nothing to prime. No overhead power lines to avoid.No tourists huffing it up the hilltelling you it’s looking good.
Overlooked
This diagram shows how film was stored and exposed in reconnaissance cameras. A pair of spools fed and took up the film, which was stretched flat over an opening in the camera body. To record images, the film received light through the lens below when the shutter was opened. (U.S. Air Force photo) What it … Continue reading Overlooked
A Poem in Which I Write Only Non-fiction
after Paola Capó-García’s, “A poem in Which I use Only Vowels” A poem in which dinner is made, grudgingly.A poem in which I go to work.A poem in which a black bear stalks my neighbor’s so called bear-proof trashcan like clockwork, every Thursday morning, September through November.A poem in which my tired, broken eyes struggle … Continue reading A Poem in Which I Write Only Non-fiction
Machine Learning
The app knows what time I eat breakfast, how much sugar I put in my coffee which days I play hockey how much time I spend skiing and where. The app knows the moon cycle and its influence on the waterways knows when best to fish at Sheep Creek what color lure to use what … Continue reading Machine Learning
Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter
Fog was deployed when erasure was needed, a soft, cold veiled undoing of yesterday, of morning of mind. Though the shroud of clouds did nothing to stifle the sounds of the unmaking- dogs barking, tearing at the thrashing throats of hauled out seals. The break and hiss of water battering rock, the evil seagull laughter … Continue reading Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter
Jonas Lamb 