Sunday, December 27, 2009
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
another old poem
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
another one of my old poems
Monday, November 9, 2009
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Saturday, October 31, 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
crankin em out
While You Were Sleeping
One of my newest, 8x10, on ebay now, along with a few others...see here
One of my newest, 8x10, on ebay now, along with a few others...see here
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
do you dream about this man?
Apparently, in January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.
That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist's desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.
The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.
Here's the website for more info on this strange phenomenon...
Thursday, October 22, 2009
another one of my old poems
tangle doubt with open space
the trigger bouts of juniper
climb morning glories
with warm melting wings
keep out your turning masses
but wave in the free.
you glass up the worrying tree
and free split into thin air
the old topple back is back
and your front yard
is a freakin’ mess.
from the swanky depths
of what used to be a very feathery drown
hands reach skyward
and together manage with twisting branches
to pull off the night
going by knuckle scraping accuracy this time
like taking out the dog
you’ll see me in the alley next time
saying shit about no god.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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