You curl up

                                and I'll curl round you,

          and we'll be small together.





 

Christmas Project #2

The back wall of my shop Friday...

The back wall of my shop today...

It's amazing how much you can get done Christmas day

if you don't do Christmas.

I need more Christmases

Gifts to the Magi

As the villagers had come to believe

that it would bring them prosperity in the New Year,

they carried great gifts of food,

left over from their Christmas tables,

up the mountain

to the Hermit. 





And so it was that the Hermit and his dog, Dog,
would gain fifteen pounds apiece

over the course of three days,
reduce the inside diameter of their arterial walls by half,

and put such a strain on their collective pancreases

the organs would not  fully recover till spring.


My neighbors rock.



'Twas the day before Christmas...

...and not a minute spent in the house.

Magpie 96: 'Dialogue II'

  

image: Lee Friedlander, 1966



   

                                     “Seriously? Wildly amphibious?”        

                                     "It is a pool party.”

                                     “But who talks like that?”

                                     “He looked pretty nervous.”

                                     “Well, yeah. But still…”

                                     “It was kind of cute.”

                                     “Cute? Oh no. No. You’re not… You are.”

                                     “I am.”

                                     “With Wildly Amphibious?”

                                      “Yep.”

                                       .

                                       .

                                       .

                                     “He have any friends?”

Have Chalkboard...

...will scribble.

Just as soon as the touchups dry.

Magpie 94

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

                                          
                                      'Number Three'
                                         
                                         In close quarters

                                                       I guard my portions,

                                                       nibble,
                                                       mind the workings of my jaw,
                                                       wish for walls,
                                                       a fan,
                                                       some hullaballoo.
                                                       
                                                       Do you?

                                                                                                    S.C.

In the Shop

From this...

To this...