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December 4
… roam as the romans roam [ zooooom ]
… roam as the romans roam [ zooooom ]
December 3
MODERN FILM NOIR hair/makeup by my lovely matea, scene by sydney pfaff & photo by colin day. ps. all of saturday was consumed by this photo shoot, which was held in the astonishingly beautiful loft of an advertising agency in soma. my eyes were another camera, my photographs are just memories.

MODERN FILM NOIR
hair/makeup by my lovely matea, scene by sydney pfaff & photo by colin day.

ps. all of saturday was consumed by this photo shoot, which was held in the astonishingly beautiful loft of an advertising agency in soma. my eyes were another camera, my photographs are just memories.

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MODERN FILM NOIR hair/makeup by my lovely matea, scene by sydney pfaff & photo by colin day.
MODERN FILM NOIR
hair/makeup by my lovely matea, scene by sydney pfaff & photo by colin day.
November 30

CEMETERIES OF SAN FRANCISCO

the freeway sounds like a wave
suspended above me on the wings of a bridge
i cannot fathom. i’m fumbling w/a zipper
instead of taking a picture & she’s in a loft
down the alley. poetry is bravery, documentary.
the fashion model’s late & i’m not waiting
for her at all… those ghosts are in the ground.
we have san francisco, dear, conquered in concrete
to keep all the dead sailors down.
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November 26

MY THANKSGIVING 2008

i am thankful for the looming white windowlight on the highest floors of the neighboring building, which i mistake for a full moon each time i pass through my kitchen.

i am thankful for every train that has surprised me by appearing on time in the rare instance of rain, & never on the sunniest days - knowing my patience is thin & my shoes are restless.

i am thankful for the rest of the world on a slow boil, keeping itself company until the morning i visit, unannounced & looking for a home.

i am thankful for friends who do not require much of me, accept it all, & remain linked across time & the cold abundance of absence that is the future.

i am thankful for the love of a girl who is blissfully unaware of her own beauty & whose life is a pen writing the word kindness over & over again on a blank tablet.

November 25
Reaching for the Out of Reach 51: Peering down the river wharf, Savannah, circa 1895. [ more from this project (nypl permalink) ]

Reaching for the Out of Reach 51:

Peering down the river wharf, Savannah, circa 1895.

[ more from this project (nypl permalink) ]

November 23
NEIGHBORHOOD LIVING ROOMSonce there was this place that served great food from the middle east here,on the corner between the cigarette store, the laundromat & transvestite whores.i used to stop in once or twice a week. i’d take a seat somewhere near the door.the owner didn’t ask for my order anymore because i always got the same.‘hey buddy,’ he’d say, & make it sound like my first name… then one day he closed the place & i lost his face to the sea of people.i don’t know why. but i wonder all the time. for now, the apartment is fine. & the top floor is quiet this time of night.the clouds are like canvas - soft as sand blowing over & thoughtless.earlier birds were perched here.earlier arguments were birthed here & carried to their conclusions.i am the boy w/no illusions. i wrap myself in confusion & wait for answers at the door. [ from love letters to saint francis ]

NEIGHBORHOOD LIVING ROOMS
once there was this place that served great food from the middle east here,
on the corner between the cigarette store, the laundromat & transvestite whores.
i used to stop in once or twice a week. i’d take a seat somewhere near the door.
the owner didn’t ask for my order anymore because i always got the same.
‘hey buddy,’ he’d say, & make it sound like my first name…

then one day he closed the place & i lost his face to the sea of people.
i don’t know why. but i wonder all the time.

for now, the apartment is fine. & the top floor is quiet this time of night.
the clouds are like canvas - soft as sand blowing over & thoughtless.
earlier birds were perched here.
earlier arguments were birthed here & carried to their conclusions.
i am the boy w/no illusions. i wrap myself in confusion & wait for answers at the door.

[ from love letters to saint francis ]

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NEVVER dear p.nidzgorski: please accept this humble homage to your stunning empire. your fan, j.heineman
NEVVER
dear p.nidzgorski:
please accept this humble homage to your stunning empire.
your fan, j.heineman
November 21
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A DEAD MAN
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A DEAD MAN
November 20

RELATIVE COOL

winter is a quality of light - a paper snowflake hung in the window.
i am wandering home through these towers of commerce & symbols.
November 18
November 16
lips cracked by winter heat & the sound of parrots flocking over.
lips cracked by winter heat & the sound of parrots flocking over.
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“ i honestly didn’t think she was that hardcore until she started on the stripper pole.
OVERHEARD: Grant & Sutter.
November 13
EARLY SUN OVER SOMA this morning i ran two miles beneath a november sunrise wearing an epic prefontaine tshirt. then i botched some oatmeal, took a shower, threw on a few thrift store rags & pushed off to work for a conference call. now it’s dark & i’m home again… drinking a thimble of tea & thinking about miyazawa kenji.[ ps. i’m playing a city-wide game of tag w/a friend that’s lasted months. today i dodged a tag right here by the thinnest margin. i wonder what the morning rush hour thought of our display! ]
EARLY SUN OVER SOMA
this morning i ran two miles beneath a november sunrise wearing an epic prefontaine tshirt. then i botched some oatmeal, took a shower, threw on a few thrift store rags & pushed off to work for a conference call. now it’s dark & i’m home again… drinking a thimble of tea & thinking about miyazawa kenji.

[ ps. i’m playing a city-wide game of tag w/a friend that’s lasted months. today i dodged a tag right here by the thinnest margin. i wonder what the morning rush hour thought of our display! ]