la fleur de la fleur

la fleur de la fleur

computer manipulated scratchboard

our flower petal fell

today

and perfect as it was

i laughed

and went on with my egg

bereft

In a Word: idioglossia
In a Book: A Life of Picasso, The Triumphant Years - John Richardson

In a Song: Ghostified- Persian Claws

linen and leaves

leaves and linen

photoshop drawing

Some losses can never be regained
Split drops of broken rain
Where sorrow seeps
Like an open wound
Leaving coppered stains
On linen and leaves.
 
In a Word: fescennine
In a Book: Lord Foul's Bane- Stephen R. Donaldson
In a Song: La Follia - Arcangelo Corelli

Untitled

Untitled

Charcoal pencil on canvas board

3" x 5"

Two
I
We
Midnight goats
Chew
Walk
Glare
Chew

In a Word: quidam
In a Book: The Magic Mountain - Thomas Mann
In a Song:  All the Big Trees - Riceboy Sleeps

pouring christs from tea

pouring christs from tea

tea stains on paper

4" x 6"

Sometimes he walks half-erect

Hunkered over and worn
Moist bones broke for the marrow
His mouth a drunken incision
Dropping ashes, bitter and torn
He pours christs from his tea
Staining both paper and cloth
Before jumping from his light switch
To bed and dreams shadowed dark
With the bleating of sheep
And syncopated chords of Joy Division

In a Word:jacitation
In a Book: Strange Pilgrims- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
In a Song: Doodlin' - Horace Silver and the Jazz Mesengers

blood is thicker

blood is thicker

ink on primed canvas paper

2" x 6"

blood is thicker

but wine is fine

for drowning

in

In a Word: maieutic
In a Book: Anathem- Neal Stephenson
In a Song: Blood - The Middle East

hung up

hung up

ink on paper

5" x 2"

Somewhere here,
Scattered on the floor,
Are the remnants of childhood.

Somewhere there,
Bathed in amber light,
Our memory’s heart strings strumming

Somewhere here,
Laid bare to the bone,
Unopened letters once stood.

Somewhere there,
You await responses
That are no longer forthcoming.

Somewhere here,
On weary calf bone,
I always stand,
Less than anything you’ve ever known,
Like paper found in overcoats
Your grandfather used to own.

Lost and forgotten dreams,
Wracked in soaking moans,
You’ve already dreamt them,
And carried them home,
Somewhere there.

In a Word: velleity
In a Book: Anansi Boys - Neil Gaiman
In a Song: Svefn-g-englar - Sigur ros

after van gogh

after van gogh

ink on post-it note

4" x 3"

Van Gogh drawings
Arranged on post-it
Notes are as easy as
Grappling with moral
Obscurities or
Giving more than
Half your liver away

In a Word: titubation
In a Book: The Lost Books of the Odyssey - Zachary Mason
In a Song: Dry - William Elliot Whitmore

stone dust

stone dust

stone dust, charcoal and tea on laid paper

5" x 5"

the smell of stone

dusty, mineral, cool,

pungent, powdery bone

sits in my nose

an earthen concoction

inculcating

fulminating

one turgid explosion

chinese flower tea

chinese flower tea

ink, watercolor and coffee on cardboard

7" x 4"

the smell of grounds for a mistake
pungent chicory and cedar flake
sweet to the touch, sweet on the lip
poison gets you down the line at stake

hide in a mountain, or her hip
there is no way in to give the slip
bracketed hunger and desire
writing out punctuated flesh scrip

green leaves floating inside your tea
the fates have paced your grassy lea
clouding your vision with salt-fire
a honey-fly stinging like a bee

no water-world can quench the pyre
carnal thoughts quiver, shake and perspire
passing moments like tadpoles teem
beautific, haloed, stagnant and dire

you are caught in a rushing stream,
sapped of strength, you give in to ache.

In a Word: daddock
In a Book: Dark Matter- Philip Kerr
In a Song: Like it or Not- Architecture in Helsinki

asha

asha

charcoal on toned paper

4"x5"

how the corpse is dressed,

in taffeta or cold lace,

in silk, cotton or gauze,

says little about life

but, shown in light, blue-tinged, under porcelain sheen,

it falls into the place where driftwood is removed from beach by sea

where longing and regret cast sharp shadows

where lonliness is a wailing sound rippling a pond

where loss derives from being

here it resides by you, alone and full

in your book of remembrance

In a Word- obumbrate

In a Book- The Whale: In Search of the Giants of the Sea Philip Hoare

In a Song- Beat the Devil's Tattoo Black Rebel Motorcycle Club