These horoscopes I write for you aren’t primarily meant to predict the future. They are more about uncovering hidden potentials and desirable possibilities that are stirring below the surface right now. When I’m doing my job well, I help you identify those seeds so you can cultivate them proactively. Bearing that in mind, I’ll pose three pertinent questions.
1. What experiments might stir up more intimacy in the relationships you want to deepen?
2. What could you change about yourself to attract more of the love and care you want?
3. Is there anything you can do to diminish the sting of bad memories about past romantic encounters, thereby freeing you to love with more abandon?
— Aries Horoscope for week of September 18, 2014
9:38 pm • 17 September 2014
I stay hung up on people who have long since moved on. That pang of feeling left behind is why I’m focusing on making a safe space for self.
10:16 pm • 9 September 2014 • 2 notes
A new painting inspired by Motoi Yamamoto’s salt work installations made with local salt from the great salt lake / spiral jetty.
10:51 pm • 27 April 2014 • 4 notes
from the holiday season 2013-2014.
9:39 pm • 21 April 2014 • 1 note
Motoi Yamamoto’s installation in progress at Westminster in SLC. Me with C, C + P, a view of the capitol, and good company at the end end of my first art show.
9:21 pm • 21 April 2014 • 1 note
Miguel and Alana’s joint birthday party at Diabolical Records
9:10 pm • 21 April 2014
Flustered the split hair of
frustrated / a fresh of
breath air / begging and aches for
breaks and fasts / weathered delivery
long gray days bright white screens and traffic under
dark skies moving stacked back on invisible perspective
rules so many red lights hurt, all the
cars crawling in the fast lane— though they say
driving hasty doesn’t get anyone
where they want to be any faster like
miles-per-hour make less difference than
a few extra dollars on better beer at the
store / we might as well
take route 6 and smile
through switchbacks, tight curves, wind-
whipped bangs stuck in lip-balm
windows down for dogs hanging
out the back, tongues flapping, drooling
meat-flags at high-altitude arching
through rocky slopes / one
loud city across the range to
another dim spot of light
coal turned to city
diamonds in dark
11:51 am • 20 October 2013 • 5 notes