This Month Is A Month.

Some new stuff as this spring is sprung and spent.

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Heebie-Jeebies – Sweet rain-swept streets erupted praise for her impossible,unwarranted place in the gentle grip of the universe. In the very pastures that fed her nuclear body, executions split the sky with average human pleas:

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Bamboo – The red-drunk atmosphere of the hour settled on his throat as a wicked, dark bird.

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 New story: Scrape – I kept the hair-envelopes in a wig-box I found inexplicably balanced on the shower curtain rod in the downstairs guest bathroom.  Perched so, the box might well have fallen into either the toilet or the shower-stall.

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On The Road: Las Vegas, Pietown & Arizona

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The Very Large Array, Tucumcari & Truth Or Consequences

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Carlsbad & Truth Or Consequences

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A Fool Says Good-bye,  New York: This is the Beautiful Thing

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New York 01

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20 seasons buried forever

What else is there?

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so is the threshold

Today he would at long last stoke the fires of his beloved Iron Donkey, the mighty “Mountain Fucker” Locomotive and pilot it through the granite passage of Volvere Peak, Utah.  The tunnel had been designed using a new engineering technique developed by the philosophy-mad Eastern Europeans called the “All-Ingress Tunnel Method” which, simply defined, is a tunnel with an entrance but no known exit.

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insane bodies

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drawing

December

   December In December, we walked on the moon And bit Georgia fruit Skipped across the sky-rivers This, we swagger, kings Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved

drawing, poetry

Fat Hole Gets Licked Hard

             Fat Hole Gets Licked Hard More goes in the blue limb Tucked roughly, a medicine Buckled down, as you would find On horseflesh, to race and earn So, you regard a prime this slave Skittish wailer, you beat skin down Pray revel fools, police party a rage Yelling, getting smart trying hard Grease-vent [...]

photography, Travel

Heebie-Jeebies

For most of the day, Ellen Dinosaur hid under the greenhouse, in the company of lizards and crawl-bugs, which she generously allowed to seep into her skin and guts so that she would know them with clarity, protect them from the sky-borne mayhem and allow her to blend in to the hacked earth. This was most [...]

photography, poetry

Bamboo

          Bamboo The red-drunk atmosphere Of the hour settled on his throat As a wicked, dark bird Now plucked bare of reason Blind fist, swings wild toward bone Weakness is leverage He bids dark wings goodbye Fond shame dissolved in glass and pipe The next joke in his dreams A Note When [...]

photography, Travel, Uncategorized

On The Road: Las Vegas, Pietown & Arizona

       Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved  

photography, Travel

On The Road: The Very Large Array, Tucumcari & Truth Or Consequences

    Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved

drawing

Scrape.

  She took the Mustang automobile (her favorite) and spun out a cloud of smoke from her tires, down Bainbridge Avenue, turning left at Twin Oaks, barely pausing at the four-way stop.  In her haste, she killed a 10-year-old boy as he ran from a remorseless bully who rode the same school bus. On the first full [...]

photography, Travel

On The Road: Carlsbad & Truth Or Consequences

   Most of these pictures are from the Firewater Lodge in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved  

photography, poetry

Tremendous Regard

     These rope-strung clouds Wet thought at a raising place Your thick hair And impossible destination Work-flat feet slide Soft hands sweep, sculpt the air A true sin The devil’s little details apply Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved

photography

Betty’s Big Catch

  The receiving end, this scrambled year.  Her heart. The apartment ruined like road-kill with each strewn thing fighting with the next thing.  Socks at war with shoes, forks laying siege to plates, sunlight’s bitter, ideological standoff with curtains.   Then curtains march to the trenches with uncertain sweat, all in a nearly-audible riot to [...]

drawing

The Atomic Fucker Gets 8-Foot Tits

The stars, violent and ancient pulled fresh November wind across his grey-stubble face, scraping tears off his cheeks. This undid time. Days  collapsed, stone columns – a steady catalog of his years – driven deep into his heart. Regret, starved of attention, simply died. Seven Davis heard silence for the first time in his memory, [...]

drawing, poetry, Uncategorized

Tommy

He has a brainless fire in his soft chest Dagger eyes and sharp feet that climb up A mouth that eats birds and rats and snakes We met in a truck And there is no reasoning with him. Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved  

drawing, poetry

Full, hard and satisfied.

Bender blended plenty Mended tent lent Rent spent Pretend Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved

photography

Fell Hotel 09 – No Drinking

  Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved

drawing

The Over-examined Rabbit

  Text and Images © Andrew Auten – All Rights Reserved  

photography, poetry

Fell Hotel 08 – Exploded Politely

The exuberant clay fork turns Our broken sun picking off history Little bits We measured indifference, we fake this Thus: Plain, a woman sealed in a metal tube Exploded politely and rendered a blinking dot, skyward An old tendril, snakes through two decades and carries Electric love, and patience The loss of youth’s shame, it’s [...]