Works in Exhibition

•spirit impersonators
•mythic images
•zoomorphic entities
•modern mythic figures
•theater of nature
•found form
•concealed powers
•invisible art
•transformation masks
•visual puns
•inherent contradictions
•coexistence of contraries
•identical opposites
•magical objects
•a world elsewhere
•miniature models
•visual dissection and reassembly
•theater of light
•drawings by psychotics
•souvenirs and fakes
•unworldly sounds
•print sources
•metamorphosis
•surrealist art
•sex
•chance encounters

Sarah not Terror

She is a neon blur moving over the concrete.
Her legs push on and on, while her face takes in the wind.
There is no measure of her speed nor distance, as there is no competition in everywhere.
She is all glitter and giggle.
Dimpled with smile.

Quiet

The mind chatters itself into a delerium
He loves chaos
Security blanket me with your love your arms your legs your passion and all that you do, my love
My balance my binding my soft touch my gentleman
He is the calm pocket in which I place my shaking hands
Love knows better
The One is Trust

Post Void

They really dig the void, the abyss they call it, and lament its coldness with dark sarcasm.
They dig it, it seems all their mouths-shovels, to go on and on with their moving over dirt.
We have long left the ground breaking event.
But still... no bottom, no shattering surface below, no prime course except downward.
Some reach across, stretching an arm, a vocal chord to get to the farthest side of the open space.
Some just teeter at the edge, peering in, squinting eyes and biting a lip.
And then that brave one, that fearless and brazen beauty of a beast, the one who shakes it all off and takes a dive.

Light Afire

To the sunnaway, run.
He breathes a vision into souls, he lights a long burning wood match and I suck the sulfuric odor into my tasting mouth.
Flaring nostrils for the faded pungeancy, widening eyes to the toss of flame into the beautiful chilly night campfire.
I gathered and placed the cracky sticks and dry leaves.
He nods a genteel smile and his eyes seem to wink.
We turn to face the warmth, listening to the after dark world of home crickets, restless dogs, sirens, and traffic.
Moments pass. A log crackles and dips its black-orange ember glow into the fire and ash.

Metal Lizard

on the days of her unbecoming she snatches the metal lizard from the wall and sings to him an opera-esque ballad of woe and deflation.
her voice lands haunting melodious melancholia about the jagged edges of a brief and dissatisfied existence, to which a perpetually bent brass gecko should surely relate on the deepest most intimate surface level of a playing field.
his snaggy not suction claws being the most loud indicator of crafted futility, his dull ungleaming demeanor-a mirror opposite a soul of hammered and hammered and cut up cut up brass.

they fall silent.

they fall. silent.

they fall.

Coaching 101

http://www.sportscoachingbrain.com/101-coaching-tips/
http://www.swish22.com/assets/coaching101.html
http://www.coachingsoccer101.com/

distaste and titles

Baby girl gone barefoot in the jungle
Big bugs land to suck blood
The strength of ancients crumbles with the dust
I laugh in consideration of  modern
rituals
I shrink in a comfort zone
And knowing how he would shrug,
thinking it all a waste and a pushing of a stone wheel up a hill
The only funny thing I see is me here
And it makes me smile to know we create this life for little ones and I just filled my gas tank to the brim
And you might think it's all  literal
And surely, it might be, but for the grace of a clod

Old Manuscripts trnsltd

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nowell_Codex

http://www.gradesaver.com/beowulf/ 

http://www.eskimo.com/~lhowell/bcp1662/apocrypha/judith.html

Mama's Wheel

Mama's wheel exploring
White washed wagon 
Beat down by the sun
Baby's standing at the counter
Wondering how to stir in mama's eyes
Mama has a mind on rocks and metals,
But the warm wind washes through
Her business casual and a passing cart
Pulls all attention

Hello Bridgette

I'm here in Hollywood with your autographed throw pillow. Since I love to travel in my birth control boobs. Could be a real A cup, but now with Edgy meets Classy, my lovelies and my Chewbacca faux fur jacket. In Karmic Distraction, I will be your real estate goose, pouring out Victorian pink icing, if you will please lick my fingers while wearing 3D Xray Specs and see that I lie inside my solar pools.

promises

Elite tea in a porcelain cup.
A trio of Wu Long.
High altitude species.
High mountain devotees.
Moderately roasted.
Chinese botanical names.
Seeds, herb, and powder.
Heirloom cone-bearing shrub.
Cultivated, inconspicuous, discover life.

.

There is a spark
And it hits me, perilous,
Like a feather.
The precise measure,
a weightless pressure,
knocks me down to witness
Resplendent luxury.

In Timeless Existence : collaboration with @MinutePoetry

He is the Sun and all stars.

He shines in the dark, he guides in the night.

His celestial body is the likeness of a visitless god,

I feel it like fire and see it as the wind.

I am a warm rocky clime in his orbit.

The comet of my soul crashes into him.

Becomes a home for disparticulate beings,

A black-hole swallowing our time-

An art that is meaningless and has overdrawn its boundaries. 

It is Music, I hear and I see its waves like an ocean.

Look for the sunrise-

(Watch out for the full moon)

It loves you enough to be there daily and

cares enough to provide infinity.

My nothing my everything.

My everlasting being.

In timeless existence.

(collaboration with @MinutePoetry )

inthegrahge

in the mancave I do not
feel so welcome here
in the mancave there is steel
heavy machinery
tools
for tasks
for tearing down
building up
for sawing, cutting, chopping
make measurement
cement
in a bucket
woodblocks a nail a hammer
a blueprint in black
taped up, a calendar
and never a clock
and usually gas and oil
remnants dinosaurs
stolen road signs
Auffiederssen. . . . . . OFF
my little mind
in a man cave I do not feel so
welcome here
in a man cave I do not feel so warm
what is there here
to complement me?
in a cave
I feel a need
for a
welcome mat

untitled

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