Zen Crude-ism with Justin fyfe in Colorado

I felt more alive than ever when we dammed up that creek together smoked that shit done got lost up In Colorado you me dupree that corey kids dog and all the bears you dreamt of eating us alive almost every other night I cant place my finger on it spent half the day placing stones on slippery creek bed rerouting earth earth rerouting us silent water put together in action

an obituary for someone elses farm

using maps to decipher land for reference I use pivots no longer in existence dried up circles evaporated on outdated maps Im sending letters to dead farmers IN a dead mans office i find large pine cones boots maybe his seed corn caps everything still frozen in place like a shrine important notes and phone numbers no longer used on a disconnected phone these letters go unnoticed they wait in boxes or are sent to fraudulent land trusts forgotten by trusties