D V L S R V R
when tread hits bridge
our heads habitually turn
towards the drop,
our eyes scanning
for the glint of sun on water,
an old instinct
embedded even
in us big city slickers
especially out here
in this border kingdom of
limestone and sage
where the sun punishes
and all that stands between
life and death
is a plastic jug of
hot Aquafina
and even with a jug
our throats are dry
and our heads are dizzy
when we finally submerge
in the blue seam
that splits the desert, carrying
sky and minnows and beads of sweat
all the way to Coahuila
they say the devil
came to the river in 1841
when a Texas ranger
surveyed the prickly pear cliffs
and muttered: hell,
but like all borders
the one between
heaven and hell is more porous
than we’d like to admit
from the hostile rock
cold springs flow
straight from the karst
to our naked shoulders
and we sigh a small prayer
of relief
mixed media collaboration :
poetry by clara | drawings by emily | photos by both
On a Thursday in mid-July, close friend and writer, Clara Bensen, and I headed Southwest from Austin towards the Mexican border. Our goals were loose and simple: escape work & city with camping gear & camera.
One evening before our trip, Clara and I discussed how we’d separately hit creative walls and wanted some sort of spur or ignition. Late summer in Texas can get a bit draining, so we hoped these few days away would allow us to relax and be inspired. No timeline, just four days and a few select destinations. Being surrounded by nature of most kinds has always been stimulating, allowing a sense of release.
We spent nights at Seminole Canyon, Devil’s River State Natural Area, and Hill Country State Natural Area .
Our Devil’s River campsite was a 22-mile drive off of the main highway, down a rough dirt road into a desert haven rich with sotol and prickly pear cactus. To reach the river, we hiked a (long) mile and were rewarded by cool water. The land was well preserved, filled with an array of animal and plant life. Down river was a natural cold spring, busting from the rocks. We explored the area as if we first discovered it. While there we both took photographs, which planted a seed for a collaboration. It had been a long time since I shared a creative partnership with someone in this freeform fashion and I was very motivated. Something new.
The images above are from the Devil’s River area, shot by either Clara or me. The poem “DVLS RVR” is written by Clara. “Big Dipper”, “Devil’s River” and “Sotol and Cloud” are my pen and ink illustrations.
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