12/15/2025
feeling nostalgic, a longing, an endless drift
westward
seaward
nearer sky
this is a smattering of fragmented memories, recast in salty brine & light
these 35mm glimpses are from the first time that i wandered to the lands the Tillamook, Chinook, Quinault, Hoh, Makah, Quileute, Snoqualmie & more danced with, where fern & needle & rain & salmon roe courted the ecstasy of grey.
this form of me was imbued with a sadness but also cast in the light of naivete, having never wandered outside of the north coastal region of Erie, of a concrete grey that kept crumbling in the uncertainty that would never be accepted in this way. what did it mean to climb a mountain ? i knew the way to a crumbling store, where they sold cheap refinements & trinkets of glittering distraction. adrift, after the dissolution of another obscuring vision, i knew nothing but the cover of an album wrapped in blue fog - there were no tides, only shallow banks of brick & smoke
the cascade of a waterfall never lets you forget,
though
i boarded a plane in two thousand eighteen aflush with knowledge of John Dee & angels & glimpses of another plane (all the same), and happened to glimpse a ticket in front of me bearing the name Edward Kelley - that surely meant something ?
(nothing at all)
cut your hair alongside the sea and
watch the ends float out towards
horizon,
endless
i packed a tent and knew nothing of covering myself with shelter, of leaning into the longing with others. the person next to me on the plane took me on a tour of what we call Portland, and showed me how no one here would be threatened with jail if they had no desire to endless trim “their” lawn & douse it in chemicals. my heart stirred, even in the dark, and stumbled along some broken pavement towards the past and the future
if you walk along the edge of the shore, and listen,
some wave will welcome you home
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