This is not the first time I have performed spoken word before. But this is the first time I performed while being recorded. And I am absolutely terrified to share this video.
But I’m going to share it anyways.
This is not the first time I have performed spoken word before. But this is the first time I performed while being recorded. And I am absolutely terrified to share this video.
But I’m going to share it anyways.
I wrote a lot of poetry in January. In Melbourne, in Brisbane. Amid town squares and fire circles. And deep within LED jams that took place not quite in the bush, but close enough. All of the poems I have decided to share this month are in various stages of rawness, but raw nevertheless.
It took a moment, but I’m excited to say the Casual Camera is here. I had to reiterate how I wanted to the video to look multiple times over, but finally reached a level of complete that I am elated to share.
JaJas is back and I have taken the opportunity to push myself out of the comfort zone and write some poems. Last Night at JaJas is the fruit of that labor.
Welcome to a new era of the Casual Camera! Enjoy my first short film, “A Prayer Roll” as I share three of my favorite poems from the past six months.
I just released a new Casual Camera on the Patreon. Not only am I pleased with the result, I feel like I found a way to synthesize all of my disparate interests into one. Take a look at the preview!
This poem is dedicated to a friend who agreed to accompany me on a journey to Crater Lake at the last minute. It would not have been the same without them.
So last weekend I went camping with friends. We settled in a little campground near Mount Adams. We were without cell service and without agenda, relaxing under the regard of the peak, known to the native Yakama as Pahto. This is the poem I wrote about it all.
As I was scrolling through all my photos I took this summer, I rediscovered the type of messaging I needed. Even though I have plans for the Casual Camera, enjoy what might be the last gallery for a while. A collection of fresh moments, every moment, if you will.
I wrote the original version of this poem pretty quickly after Oregon Country Fair, inspired by showering after the festival. There are showers offered on the Fairgrounds, but those always ultimately have the impact of the rock of Sisyphus falling back down to the base of the mountain.