Monday, May 31, 2010

Buddy Poppy

Ben Hill must be loving today (i.e. flag overload)!

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Stranger Cats

"Deux in May"
Springtime Stranger Cats
Come Calling.
Knot-hole animals &
Jam jars filled with juice.
Twisting & Shouting
under pale Moonlight.
Apple Pie Americana &
Scream singing.
Breathless pixie cuts &
Train-track gardens.
Unadulterated sass &
Irrational spermaphobia.
Comfort food & kitchen floors.
The Mayor walks.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Gift from the Sea

"The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach -- waiting for a gift from the sea."
-A.M. Lindbergh

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Tiger Maple

Beards at cutting boards on
languid, humid evenings.
Picture strolls.
Bodega snapshots and fruit stands.
Cat reflex dodge ball.
Peanut butter stoops and the High Life.
Miles Davis; Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark.
Staring into tiger-maple eyes,
Smiling my way through.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Cool Schmool

"I don't have to try 'cause I know where you're at
I hate dogs so I love cats
I can bake a pie & look you up & down
I could throw your heart right outta this town"

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Eleven Traps to Avoid

Favorite "Traps": "Authority," "Hero" and "Threat." Maury Povich-anti-stranger propaganda-fanaticism.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Sunday, May 23, 2010

On Parade

"Wheel of Steel"
Brick-oven brother meetings,
spent in the company of Mexican Coke
and ebullient individuals.
Dim candle glows are capable
of breeding exponential comfort.
"Sheltered eggs" and clouded coffee.
Hand-holding through school yards
filled with Jetson bicycles, leaden desk fans,
and postcards from paradise.
Bypassed ice cream walks; patiently nursing.
One-ring circus of big-hearts.
Essence factories and Anywhere in America.
Unselfish desserts.

Friday, May 21, 2010



Thursday, May 20, 2010

Alice & Martin Provensen

Staples of my childhood.

Children of Fatima

"The Lorraine Region"
and filled with things
that can't surpass
the beauty of hands
and heart that create.
Sainted miracles, O Milagre do Sol,
and group hysteria ghost stories,
tinted by red wine and paintings
that resemble rotting flesh
and knifed eyes.
"Thank you for taking me
from my monastery.
I was dying to get out."
Sleep walking
into dreams.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


National Stationary Show at the Javits

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Wernicke's area

Definitely a "curl-up-with-a-good-book" kind of day outside today.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Shadow Puppets

Try your hand at these fanciful shadow mammals (mostly)!

Sunday, May 16, 2010


"Bee Sticks"
Wright here,
shared sustenance devolves
to moonlit strolls
which feel as full as
well-fed bellies.
Hunting for cake boxes
is analogous
to thinning the herd.
Learning that imperfection
is perfect.
Red Velvet teamwork,
harmless paper bees,
and yellow waxed flowers.
Dog City,
on a blanket built for two.
mid-century decor,
and a spaghetti jar
filled with virginal peonies.
"I once had a dream,"
blasting on Sunday mornings,
takes my mind home.

Friday, May 14, 2010


"Super 8/Uncoordinated"
Garnering line drawings
of Painted Ladies (in autumnal shades)
and unpopped kernels
in printed feedsacks.
Humid flashbacks
of being knocked over by waves,
quintessential grandmothers,
and little girls
in silver spray-painted boxes.
Falling curtains.
Natural performances in Kodachrome.
"Dedication to M" by Rainer Maria Rilke

Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what
invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push,
that you swung with me into the leaves?
How near I was to the exquisite fruits. But not-staying
is the essence of this motion. Only the nearness, only
toward the forever-too-high, all at once the possible
nearness. Vicinities, then
from an irresistibly swung-up-to place
-already, once again, lost-the new sight, the outlook.
And now: the commanded return
back and across and into equilbrium's arms.
Below, in between, hesitation, the pull of earth, the passage
through the turning-point of the heavy-, past it: and the
catapult stretches,
weighted with the heart's curiosity,
to the other side, opposite, upward.
Again how different, how new! How they envy each other
at the ends of the rope, these opposite halves of pleasure.

Or, shall I dare it: these quarters?-And include, since it
witholds itself,
that other half-circle, the one whose impetus pushes the
I'm not just imagining it, as the mirror of my here-and-now
arc. Guess nothing. It will be
newer someday. But from endpoint to endpoint
of the arc that I have most dared, I already fully possess it:
overflowings from me plunge over to it and fill it,
stretch it apart, almost. And my own parting,
when the force that pushes me someday
stops, makes it all the more near.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Clever Nettle

Anja Louise Verdugo!

From a recent show of hers (she painted old 1930's dresses from her personal collection).

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Fiber Artists

Lauri Faggioni's whimsical fiber works.