I made this in the fall:
     dawn
     https://vimeo.com/32991317

I started this in the fall and finished it a week ago:
     selfportrait in gif
     http://www.ucs.louisiana.edu/~csc0729/portraitingif/
     (Note: doesn't work well with Internet Explorer, which adds scrollbars to each gif.)


I made these recently (mothertongue in March; whooping, only a draft, a week ago):
     mothertongue and whooping
     http://soundcloud.com/cs-carrier

the road ends but not the line it rides

the cul de sac is not a true circle but an imposter

a destination is a false point like destiny

in the middle of nowhere in a black scarf winding a compass

the city has too much dirt to give me

the rocks rise into my throat

i have a voice pinched between faults

words always break through to eat the tender livelihoods

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where does she fly at night when i dream

i walk into the yard under a white yarn

i crawl into the abdomen of the moth asleep in the grass

when i wake i see dawn drawing on the walls

the road long littered with armadillos

i drive between two suns

i burn for her envelope

words become glue when moistened

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i lie awake under what I want to forget

i am wired to remember what has not happened

memory a force of gasoline

the tanks rupturing their spindles into the ground 

warm water melting the continent from underneath

ice moves from one state to another

my heart a cold land without the dawn

the way light goes mimics the way topography goes

defibrillators hanging from the trees

dawn an electric angel in the garden

dawn a burning feather

i cup my hands around what was a bird

there are no feet under the lips

the snowcover burns the daffodils

what kind of foliage is a republic with guns

i want to grow more heads than can be counted

the car on the street window broken out

dreams are more than shards of imagery

i watch the leaves across the curtain draw the moon

the push and pull of light just around the corner

eyes perched above the lights

before dawn i was driven by a frozen fire

it is warm in my skin like plasma in butterflies

i a transforming state

burnt jetfuel a lei around my neck

i pick blue flowers to talk to

the ocean & the sky come back the same color

electricity repeating in copper lines under the streets

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