Thursday, April 30, 2015

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Highway One.


Andrew Tipton

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Shadow

Upon a June day the grass said to the shadow
of an elm tree, "You move to right and left over-often,
and you disturb my peace."
And the shadow answered and said, "Not, I, not I.  Look skyward.   There is a tree that moves in the wind to the East and to the West, between the sun and the earth"
And the grass looked up, and for the first time beheld the tree.  And it said in its heart, 
"Why, behold, there is a larger grass than myself."
And the grass was silent. 

Kahlil Gibran

Monday, April 20, 2015

Friday, April 17, 2015

The Song of the Pacific Coast

Standing with my eyes shut on the coast at sunset..  GT's Kombucha in my left hand,  worn denim, boots,  the scent of the Pacific currents merging secretly.     We talked about the places that we go, we talked about how they are rubbing off on us..  maybe even becoming the literal sensation that we feel of our own self.    The thrill and absurdity of that thought sweeps over me..  
As I watched the deserts of Southern California slowly fade beneath us.. 
I asked myself on the plane,  "What is you?"
I feel tonight and tomorrow I am writing him down. 

Andrew Tipton

Friday, April 10, 2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Cardboard Horses

Cardboard horses.
Cowboys selling weed.
In or out.  In and out.
The magic is fabric,
a pretty tarp.  A blanket.
For the eyes.
The stage,
the fragile words sewn to the page.
punching holes in their shine.
Cleverness makes her way to the exit,
the door slams. 
And yet,
bewilderment remains...  gazing
hopeful.  Ahead.

Andrew Tipton