state of my state

Two lines of supercells are moving through Arkansas tonight. One tornado after another, many hitting in the same places previous twisters hit hours before.

convolutionary

imagines impossible scenarios

fannio

epistler of graffiti

Brijit

Chatty Cathy 2010

She twitters! She blogs!
Her tattoos are RFIDS!

Jambi

Mecca lecca hi, mecca hiney ho.

Thomas Merton

"Many poets are not poets for the same reason that many religious men are not saints: they never succeed in being themselves. They never get around to being the particular poet or the particular monk they are intended to be by God. They never become the man or the artist who is called for by all the circumstances of their individual lives. They waste their years in vain efforts to be some other poet, some other saint...They wear out their minds and bodies in a hopeless endeavor to have somebody else's experiences or write somebody else's poems."

"What we have to be is what we are."
— Thomas Merton

Billy the Rock

irked chrysalis

forager

my muse

Usually invisible, last night my muse appeared 

long enough for me to take a picture of him.

Azrael

Archangel of Death and Keeper of the Books

in repose

Todu marauder

steer cleervum, fewcan

junkerjane

She's down in the basement making faces again.

Comrade Gipper

Ronald Reagan Spearheads the Vanguard of the Proletariat

Grunthos

Grunthos the Flatulent, Azgoth Poet Master of Kria. The Azgoths compose the second worst poetry in the Universe, an example of which follows. Please close your eyes now.

Caustic the bile that grumbles within,
Stirring amino acid reflux.
Belch thrust up and swallowed,
Forced down,
down, down,
Fermenting explosively,
Mere inches from underpants.

infirmantry

battlefield spectre

inner workings

Lyle's inner workings revealed

d'Labbeaux

conjure man of Terrebonne

No Child

Left Behind

Shroomster Boss

Ronnie Reb

Johnny Reb's brother Ronnie

Number 27

Number 27 eagerly awaits the results.

lemures

Nocturnal wanderers who won't accept the fact 

that they're dead and so torment the living.

Vincent

Freelo Brasher

Armed with velvety voice and all manner of garfling snoozery, he enlists gullibles into the Trixxid Ground Forces.

Happy Birthday, Author Dub

Myrmidon

Myrmidons were Achille's fiercely loyal warriors who were once ants.

extremophile

radioresistant extremophile from Gliese 581 e

Icono Klastos

brooks no norms

Al Byuman

eggroll victim

Transit

It's been about three years since I put up my last stained glass window and that's too long. This one was built for a house in Little Rock's Quapaw Quarter.

Scrutineer

the new model TSA screener clone

Zero of Trumps

jokers wild

Funky Pie Number One

I have decided that rather than post a funky face every day, I will from now on post a funky pie every day.