Travel

infinity lasts forever

Jun 14, 2016, 5:00am

 

Aboard a greyhound from Alabama back to Pittsburgh, running from your fractured teacup dreams, mile-by-mile the markers ticking off time in your life

 

All you've got is time

Since your daughter died

 

You worry for your family waiting, their reaction to where you've been & who you've seen & why your eyes are so puffy and red

 

Explaining duality

Mustn't be done easily

 

No sleep for three days, weary from travel, you befriend a complete stranger--open your soul to him & confide, confide, confide--this word is so foreign but tastes sweet on your lips

 

Connecting inner-spirituality

(So much easier than soul-searching) 

 

Be kind to yourself, secretly fragile woman, & hold tight to those dreams you'll never achieve while your robust character will allow you to

 

Those days seem like never

But infinity lasts forever

 

Friday night in New Orleans

Old dark men in brimmed hats make offers in passing. The city is charged with sounds of hollow brass and wicked laughing.

Here the entire universe is crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange. 

Friday night in New Orleans never seems to end. Nights and days smear together like the availing souls within.

Here the entire universe is crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange. 

Color redefined, or rediscovered through the artists lens. All the hues jump through the streets, their culture to defend.

Here the entire universe is crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange.  

All the action belongs to you, the brawling in your face. The sun will rise in four more hours, but this city will not wait. 

Here the entire universe is crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange. 

 

"New Orleans La" (2016), Elaine Adel Cummins, American.  Watercolor.

"New Orleans La" (2016), Elaine Adel Cummins, American.  Watercolor.

Wrong-Eyed Jesus

Wrong-Eyed Jesus: simple face of forgiveness

Still child, remember your wickedness

 

Bleeding Alabama: crossroads of his life and ministry

Oh Lord Jesus, please deliver me

 

Homeless Charlie: friendliest disciple in Birmingham

As if love were deserved for every man

 

Parkbench Women: sun hat and petticoat statements of faith

As if there was something to celebrate

 

Turpentine blood: shed upon the cursed tree

Oh Lord Jesus, please deliver me

 

Wrong-Eyed Jesus: come down from that hungry man's cross

Before we blink and all is lost

 

"Hungry Man's Cross" (2006), Lonnie Holley, American (born 1950). Mixed media.  Birmingham Museum of Art.

"Hungry Man's Cross" (2006), Lonnie Holley, American (born 1950). Mixed media.  Birmingham Museum of Art.

Sunset in Alabama

I've seen my life before me

like a sunset in Alabama

 

Watercolor sunbeams

washed against a cloudless sky

Dirt red as blood

pumping through the heartland

Silken wheat beds

rolling endlessly along the plains

 

Evangelical church revival

 (Wednesday evening)

they pray for their sins and ours

 

Remembering times of youth

(Childhood fantasies) 

like a fragile magnolia flower

  

I've seen my life before me

like a sunset in Alabama

 

 

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Millvale, PA

5/5/16

Sitting on a side street curb finishing a cigarette, the roar of a passenger bus reminds me of how close we are to the city. 

Looking around this little place I quickly realize its unique mid-century charm. Must have been beautiful in its previous life of rain coats and Sunday tea.

Eating at some run down pizzeria while an Italian guy cusses out a sidewalk musician and the neighborhood passes us by... 

Gazing at a faded storefront mural across the street, staring into the souls of forgotten loved ones and proud citizens. 

Driving away at dark with a shitty cup of coffee and a new silent hope, despite the continued Pittsburgh rain. 

Waking to sunlight dancing on your face, eyes open and shining like the morning sun. A new beginning yet you remember the old.

by accident

for a single moment time stopped
 

& there we were, not realizing exactly who we were, but rather what we could be

at some rural ice cream hop in upstate NY, golden beams simmering down to whispering strokes in a july sky

grabbing a dole whip, flinging half of it behind an abandoned strip mall & stopping at a rest station before heading for the falls

the damp desolated restroom squeezing life from every corner of the warm thick air
 

there are certain unspeakable joys found in simple things (brilliant greens found in midwest midsummer nights) that are forgotten until remembered

& that's where i found myself: by accident at a dairy stand among nobody familiar & a painter, when for a single moment time stopped

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