Sunday, July 31, 2011

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Friday, July 29, 2011


the song of the night beast swallowing day

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

frosh rep rap

Try to make me vote for Rehab, I say no, no no.
Bring on Tea Party Rapture, um hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Only by financial meltdown do we win the game,
Government free of money in just a few short days.
Try to make me vote for Rehab, I say no, no no.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Beelo Komiyo

an oath to the keeper of what went before

True Story 13: Queen Anne

When I was about ten, I possessed a poker chip. I didn't own it; I possessed it. I was the steward of the poker chip.

It looked like any other poker chip, but I knew better. I knew it was a royal poker chip. It was called Queen Anne.

On one side of Queen Anne was a jockey atop a racing steed. This was significant. It displayed determination of purpose, something that seemed desirable, if somewhat unobtainable for a twelve-year-old.

I kept my Queen Anne poker chip in a special box. The special purpose of the box was to hold the chip. It did so admirably.

At times, I thought it might be somewhat odd, this thing I had with a poker chip. Would a normal child revere such an object? Would another kid call it Queen Anne? Seemed rather unlikely. But it wasn't like I gave it super powers or anything. I didn't bow down before it. I just gave it reverential respect. I thought it deserved it. Something deserved it. My father didn't deserve it. But that's a different story.

Or is it?

Anyway, I don't know what ever happened to Queen Anne. I guess I was a lousy steward. I outgrew my reverence and she became a simple poker chip again. But by then, she was cut off from her tribe, and a single poker chip is a sad and lonely thing. I imagine her in some landfill, re-arranging her molecules into something resembling nature.

Farewell, Queen Anne. You were special once.

Friday, July 22, 2011


Sometimes it comes out all wrong,
but it still has to be consumed.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Saint Barbara

Done in by her father's sword; her father was done in by a bolt of lightning. Venerated for centuries by artillerymen and miners.
Shown here with snakeplant, aka mother-in-law's tongue, aka tiger's tail, aka espada-de-santa-barbara, aka sword.. of Saint Barbara.

Monday, July 18, 2011

concrete poet


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Jerry Garcia

All I know is something like a bird within him sang.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Friday, July 15, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Thutmose II

The much lesser half of Hatshepsut.
Made a good mummy, anyway.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011



marly inclusion, provides spark

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Saturday, July 09, 2011

half devil

He just couldn't muster a full Lucifer.

Friday, July 08, 2011

Buster Brown: The Later Years

It's really just a picture,
but it's fun to play pretend.

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Wednesday, July 06, 2011


(No extra charge for accidental chin face.)

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Canarsie fotab

36 years in development

Monday, July 04, 2011

Chief Amungthum

The treaty's provisions included strife,
perfidy, and their pursuit by soldiers.

Sunday, July 03, 2011


one who hangs around hotel lobbies in search of gullible rubes.

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Joan Miró

He sought motionless movement...
the eloquence of silence.

Friday, July 01, 2011


A shape-shifting spirit creature.
He lives in dreams, yet he can kill.