If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Thursday, December 29, 2011


                    You curl up

                                and I'll curl round you,

          and we'll be small together.


Sunday, December 25, 2011

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.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

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?”


                                     “He have any friends?”

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Have Chalkboard...

...will scribble.

Just as soon as the touchups dry.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Magpie 94

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
                                      'Number Three'
                                         In close quarters
                                                       I guard my portions,
                                                       mind the workings of my jaw,
                                                       wish for walls,
                                                       a fan,
                                                       some hullaballoo.
                                                       Do you?


Sunday, December 4, 2011

In the Shop

From this...

To this...