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Maverick Magazine 15/16




Balloonatics over the Playa...

Pilar Woodman is a photographer based in San Francisco. Of the image, she says: This was my first ballon ride over the Playa in 2006. Many thanks to Jeff Haliczer and the beauty of volunteering, and great luck! The second ride was the morning of the burn, untethered, from way outer playa, up and over the City, to about ...7 o'clock on the outer ring. we were part of what had to be one of the slowest speed chases ever. Jeff had tried to get everything approved, but after too much rigamarole, just flew his balloon, and we had the brc rangers, the blm rangers, and the Nevada state police following us for the 30 or so minutes we were in the air. Hahaha, awesome.

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    The hills can tell

    by how flat your eyes are

    how near a thing has become.
    Dogs and wolves share a denning instinct.

    To dig down.

    The straw is a calendar.

    Beatific, shock-white frost

    jagged around the edge of the leaf.  Moon,



    your daughter is the tip of my tongue.

    But in the moonlight

    he has not been heard.

    On the bus, we catch each other to the point of acknowledgement

    then turn away.

    One man waits with an unlit cigarette on his lip.

    The soft side of his wrist tattooed

    with an ideogram. Silver links of his watchband

    after Juan Ramon Jiminez
     

    Shout for joy!

    Shout for joy! But do not

    wake the dead, our friends

    are below the silence

    welcoming you.

    the shore ruffles.      The hem of a slip.

    The sleeper 
    is pulled

    out in the middle of his most beautiful dream. 

    A butterfly

    darkens. Lowers itself from the massive white cloud

    migrating north toward the Sahara.

    The desert is moving south.

    To the Breeze...

    In the silence of the nights, when people are engaged with their sleep, I can hear your footsteps.... Your footsteps... oh dear breeze!!

    Thanksgiving

    The worst Thanksgiving happened at your house.  Yes, yours. Don’t you remember that year? The one right before I graduated from college?


    Tin Pan Alley

    In memoriam: My Grandpa's Uncle.

    Dylan

    I guess he was named after Bob Dylan
    or at least that’s what he told me,

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