The backyard of my childhood home contained a single tree, an Arizona ash in a sea of green grass that my grandfather on my mother’s side planted. // Post by Ben
It’s the perfect amount of chilly in my car. All night it’s been pouring and the roads are covered in … More
Photo and words by Ben Montemayor I don’t know why, I don’t know why / I return to the scenes … More
Photo and words by Ben Montemayor When nights alone and nights you’re bored / And can’t resist or miss the … More
At first there’s nothing, just a void — modulated synth notes vanishing like vapor. But now there appears to be an unfurling. A drop of liquid sends a ripple through an emerald stained puddle …
2016: year in haiku. 45 short poems about why this year wasn’t a complete waste of the Earth’s rotational energy, at least from a musical perspective.