What is Hidden
In summer you won’t need A bed covered In rose petals only a bed Of grass A pear A bottle of red Maybe a tree With young branches Framing the silver daytime moon In summer remember stars Blanket you at...
View ArticleI won’t go to work
Made a good cup of coffee Should not that be enough to sometimes Say I won’t go to work today Happiness might better be birthed Basking in the low light of a basement Bedroom where traffic bleats Dimly...
View ArticlePears
Pears in the park Ripe with blue-black Bruises, guiding the golden Hand of sun clock stretch Across aluminum can littered Lawns of Cheesman Pictures of Plato Painted by companions Begging a word from...
View ArticleEarth
Okay. It is Spring. Time to start new projects. Plant your seeds. Find inspiration. Get going. Garden & Gathering has been a lot of things in the last year. It started (and was named) for a radio...
View ArticleGrand Central
The most interesting lesson learned was in a sense not about me but about us. I did learn a lot about myself, meet new people, and discover great cities. I found that just making myself available...
View ArticleNotes from the East
It is almost like I never left. I was sitting inside an Irish Pub, Jack of the Woods, and I heard car tires on wet cement. I took my local lager outside to feel a real Southern rain. A warm rain. Is it...
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My best friend is Jake. We met in high school, spent most of our days together and then went to college in separate states. He went to CSU in Fort Collins and I went to SPU in Seattle. We talked over...
View ArticleThank You
I miss Kevin and all of his onstage antics. His love songs that broke your heart. His youth. I miss Josey and flamboyant demeanor. I miss his striking phrases and intuitive sense. I miss my charlatan...
View ArticleIntimate Strangers
Email gardenandgathering@gmail.com to submit or if you have questions. Theme? Intimate Strangers. How do we interact with the people around us? How do your friends inspire you? How do you feel about...
View ArticleIntimate Strangers | Summer Challenge
Okay this one is going to be an easy one. Denver has a lot of breweries right? Colorado has the 4th most breweries per capita, at least 17 in the Denver Metro Area. I am going to take one friend at a...
View ArticleOur Mutual Friend. Brewery Project #1
Amber lives out of town. Actually Amber lives in a Denver suburb, which feels out of town. The closest brewery to my house is Black Shirt Brewing. When I started this project, I didn’t know about BSB....
View ArticleDinner
I love this bus stop. She is kissing my neck. She smells of grapefruit tart, smack of concrete, and juniper from gin. I am trying to drag from a cigarette. I love this bridge. Louisiana-Pearl. I...
View Article11/11-17/2013
The gods speak loudest in winter. Listen to your heart. Be still and silent for a moment. Watch the wind. Burn furniture in a fire pit. Hold hands. Get high. Relax, winter is the same as summer. 1. 2....
View ArticleFellow Magazine
I have a short piece being published in Denver’s new Fellow Magazine. They recently posted a kickstarter to get their debut issue printed. Please check it out and support if you are able. They are...
View ArticleDeath & Rebirth
Garden & Gathering will be coming to a close very soon. I will be resuming activity on a new site within a month. For now check my *new* Tumblr here.
View ArticleIntimate Strangers | Summer Challenge
Okay this one is going to be an easy one. Denver has a lot of breweries right? Colorado has the 4th most breweries per capita, at least 17 in the Denver Metro Area. I am going to take one friend at a...
View ArticleIntimate Strangers
Email gardenandgathering@gmail.com to submit or if you have questions. Theme? Intimate Strangers. How do we interact with the people around us? How do your friends inspire you? How do you feel about...
View ArticleCubist Poetry
Trying my hand in Cubist Poetry. Early Rexroth and Reverdy being my inspiration, I’ll post when complete. THE SAME NUMBER The hardly open eyes The hand on the other shore The sky And everything that...
View ArticleCubist Poetry 2
The sun without duress of winter cover. The jagged rocks. The red sand. The thin creek. The bush clinging. The arrows trajectory. The imagined smoke. The power of words. The cliff. The soil succumbed....
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