how many times has this happened to you..you get a pet to keep you company, something soft and warm to pet on your way out the door...next thing you know, youre mixing up special treats as they yawn: "when are you going out?"





you can bid on this giant pet HERE

dance baby

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photo: birte person

He Feeds Them Everyday

I've been away but I am back baby!

Here's something new on ebay that i just listed HERE along with several others... check em out!

digging for someone else's post it note
in a foggy birdless parking lot
like there was no crazy
on the other side...

there was a time
when the rain used to give me clues
and the day never carried gloves
it used to be very warm
you could never see anything
we were all running around
busting into each other
then gradually everything slowed up
and dried away.

in memory of tim

there’s a wide grin
hiding under an eye watering stream
going through changes
and every time the tide shifts
the moon blinks.
something holds the seasons.
something always breaks away.
it‘s when we’re dealing with the dust,
swirling after the last song,
that we stumble around
messing with the fog.

I got up this morning
and drove into garlands of rain
there was a road
that ate it’s own tail
and at one point
i talked to peter jennings.
my dodge was a rare beast
and sang old christmas songs
from the backseat.
we tooled beside the lake
and took that sad old grey
all the way home.

new kitty

new kitty
Originally uploaded by sarap47

ebay!

kitty kitty

kitty kitty
Originally uploaded by sarap47

new on ebay!
8x10 on canvas

ask your darts
to a truthful aim
unwatering eyes
in the pouring rain
when riding through storms
legs under tables
arms air guitaring
Cruel To Be Kind
my corn hair ideas
drip off your hands
like bay ducks
and sweet and sour pink sauce
i am not getting all of this
or maybe the bulls eye
has already been dotted
smack dab
wham bam
i am all in the cake frosting
without an oven mitt
for protection
is it time?

Happy Labor Day Indeed

There was a point, a bunch of years ago, when I did not paint, instead I wrote. I filled volumes of empty books that I'd bought at the thrift store with streaming words of nonsense. I rarely go back to look at them and I haven't written anything in ages, but I think I will start posting some of these odd jumbles of words here...


however the get to going is laid out
a butter day is always on the other side
some behind shoulder ghost smirks
as you tumble into scented hallways
and then someone takes your hand
for the first time in forever
and suddenly, you are on the other side.

~~~

you can take the side street ice way
down into warm jungles of freeway sweet talk,
you can melt the zero day
into a boiling pulling ocean,
the scrappy face of what time has taken
might drag bottoms
like sandy abandon
til sunlight seems like your last dream
a begging hungry child,
but you will never swim
alone again.

we’re down riding the city
taking cold breathes of curb side junk
waking all the regulars
and screwing up the night.

there’s the tiny boat out far
watching with a blind little face
and with a cold water bed he waves
autistic bobbing in one place.

Ebaaaaaay

Newly listed on Ebay and can be found right HERE...
or as always just search Pulver Art(^:

Frame Sample Ceiling

Now I know what to do with all those frame samples...check out this new NYTimes article about the very creative Dan Phillips and his awesome recycled houses...
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