The beginning of something... It’s been at least thirty years since I last experienced a tornado. The tell-tale greening of the sticky summer sky and the distant wail of warning sirens are familiar waypoints I look and listen for when crossing the landscape of memory. I can travel as far back as first grade, in … Continue reading Storm Chasing
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Taking the Afternoon Off
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
Blues from the Vault
Spending a nasty, fall Saturday morning dusting off an old hard drive treasure chest full of music. Figured I might as well make a day of it and record a few sets to share! "Record Shelves" by FourthFloor is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Hour 1 [59 mins] Set 1Black Mud, Black Keys, brothersSpirit, Wood Brothers, Ways Not to … Continue reading Blues from the Vault
Jonas Lamb 