Category Archives: photography

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

something beautiful, something good

It’s moments before my twenty first birthday, the humid august air runs through the open body of my black 2002 cabrio convertible and I listen to the CD player spinning sounds of heartbreaking hymns I recently came into possession of

something beautiful, something good

It’s moments before my twenty first birthday, the humid august air runs through the open body of my black 2002 cabrio convertible and I listen to the CD player spinning sounds of heartbreaking hymns I recently came into possession of

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

years later

let my heart rest, although time runs through my fingers like liquid, or grains of sand although each moment gains momentum and my whole soul weighs heavy at the sound of silence, or the sound of her voice (I am

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

acidic sentiment

It is like a nerve, slightly twisted then applied with pounds of pressure and an acidic outpouring of sentiment I stand tall only when I keep walking the second I’m still I’ll fall to the ground It’s like a form

acidic sentiment

It is like a nerve, slightly twisted then applied with pounds of pressure and an acidic outpouring of sentiment I stand tall only when I keep walking the second I’m still I’ll fall to the ground It’s like a form

hands tied

It doesn’t help that I’ve got my hands tied behind my back, and my heart cradled in the mouth of a hot oven some days I see myself exhorting daydreams into false tangibility often resulting with a swift slap to

hands tied

It doesn’t help that I’ve got my hands tied behind my back, and my heart cradled in the mouth of a hot oven some days I see myself exhorting daydreams into false tangibility often resulting with a swift slap to

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: day three

a walk to whole foods, and the bank morning pastries and a morning read of watchmen on the patio an afternoon walk to live sushi and then to mission bay i’m going to live in a house boat. and i’m

san francisco: day three

a walk to whole foods, and the bank morning pastries and a morning read of watchmen on the patio an afternoon walk to live sushi and then to mission bay i’m going to live in a house boat. and i’m

san francisco: day two

begin: morning turned into afternoon started with clouds, welcomed by sun shining on the mission, perfectly lonely walks on unfamiliar streets book stores and markets, what ever happened to this simplicity, being the only thing? I take this city in

san francisco: day two

begin: morning turned into afternoon started with clouds, welcomed by sun shining on the mission, perfectly lonely walks on unfamiliar streets book stores and markets, what ever happened to this simplicity, being the only thing? I take this city in

san francisco: day one

getting here: I noticed that I was a lot more excited than everyone else on the plane that I was a lot more anxious a lot more awkward and when I tried to make small talk with the man next

san francisco: day one

getting here: I noticed that I was a lot more excited than everyone else on the plane that I was a lot more anxious a lot more awkward and when I tried to make small talk with the man next

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!