New Mexico night sky — Choreography of the Living

Khoma Brut

Choreography of the Living

Poems · High Desert New Mexico

  • Walking Into Poetry

    As a young adolescent, I remember sitting at the foot of my bed and writing in an early journal, “I yearn to be a poet.” These first visions of who I wanted to be in the world fueled a long love affair with poetry and language. I’ve continued to write, but haven’t thought of myself…

  • The Road to San Pedro la Laguna

    We experienced firsthand, driving to Lake Atitlán, what I had seen flying into Guatemala City the day before. An entire country riven by watersheds with the high places of the arable areas, some quite steep on the sides of mountains, developed into agriculture. The private transport carried some 9-10 people, couples red from the equatorial…

  • Lake Atítlan with Steve

    On the bus from Guatemala City to Lake Atitlan, we had a stopover in Antigua. As I walked around I noticed a man with a shirt that read, “We’re lost boys,” each word stacked on the next, so it read as a bit of a koan to me. Was it a declaration of being lost,…

  • To San Pedro

    Coming into Guatemala City by airplane, forests stretched in every direction, cut by enormous gorges punctuated with small arable areas on the tops of suitable hills. The capitol city is nestled on the high places between canyons. I spent the night I arrived in the area right by the airport, showing my passport to the…

  • I just dropped off the car loaner after a morning of finishing off the little details of closing s chapter of life. It is with mixed emotions that I get into a rideshare to the airport to begin my adventure. Change brings grief, even if the change is good. It’s been waves of tears and…

  • Choices by George Jones

    Hard Times and Taking Stock George Jones recorded “Choices” late in his career, and the song carries the weight of someone looking back at a life spent making the wrong decisions. It’s a song of mourning from the perspective of someone who knows exactly why they’re down and out, and that the blame sits squarely…

  • I Lost It

    I Lost It

    I Lost It and the Search for Authentic Expression Summer of 2022 was a time of particular transition for Regular Humans, a band marked by transition. Nick and I had just played Chomp Santa Fe the month before, each of us playing drums with our feet. For this show, we recruited Jake Montiel and Justin…

  • The Rooms Where Regular Humans Lived

    Living inside thousands of hours of recordings, and what the architecture remembers I’ve been living inside thousands of hours of recordings for the past few months. What started as a music curation project, with the goal of finding some tracks to communicate what that project was about, has become something more like an extended meditation…

  • Carries Fire Philosophy

    Why We Create: Meaning-Making as Cosmic Function When we create art together, we’re not “making things up.” We’re tapping into something real—patterns woven into the fabric of reality itself that become personally meaningful when we recognize them. Think about it: are we really unique in the cosmos for needing meaning? Everything learns and grows through…

  • Regular Human Memory

    Recording the Changes in the Air After a year away, my recent trip to New Mexico, a place I lived for nearly 6 years, inspired a new understanding of remembrance. More practically, I felt inspired to go back through the extensive recordings NIck and I made during the course of Regular Humans, our two-person band…

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