I've become a cliche reclusive. I live up the long hill past two no trespassing signs. anything I do is predictable, accountable to artistic temperament. This is irritating. My creative binges, my altered states, inspired even, are mere fugue states, embarrassing, best isolated. I agree. The paintings are more welcome out in the world…
Louisianan, Mississippi, Georgia, Florida, Tennessee. Place names in songs. The lad likes his tickets and he likes to go. It took some talking to get me to go but he’s showing me all those place names now, those cities mentioned in the songs. I'm having coffee now in East Nashville with a soft toffee…
The spring came early that year. In open places the snow melted before the equinox. Spring came slow too. There were no flood warnings on the local radio. The frost heaved the sidewalks and tarmac and they subsided, were dusty and dry before the ditches ran off the meltwater and debris. After a few warm…
Another quiet today so far, soft and gray. I live on one of the prettiest lots in town, by the river and fair quiet, this muggy gray is welcome. I can get out and enjoy. It does not feel extreme. This end of town is down a gully, none too attractive to development so we avoided…
Well there's the sunday put in. Hope yours was good, your evening too. I kept quiet, a little round of village stops and banter. Looked at a large raw work space above a shop and had coffee with my friends at the internet cafe. All very normal and breezy, but feeling like I was ready…
I remember one day in summer nearly ten years ago at my mothers' place, in the late afternoon it must have been, because the rosebush streaming with wild pink roses, the centerpiece of the visual memory, was in that nearly purple shade you get there on the dark grass at the lower corner of the…
I'm culling from text I kinda spewed out into the machine while I was out west, there were letters to you in there I never sent for the spaciness of them, but there were descriptions of messages coming down wireless hot spots on isolated highways and such I kept. I'll try and get em to…
You said in your letter to write about what I'm painting now. You were maybe sitting in a virtual world taking pictures of your self there at the time. You'd found a room with the ripped wallpaper and the old oriental carpet like my real time room for painting portraits and perhaps your avatar was…
Let's see. We've had our substantial snow. Substantial. It seemed sudden. I moved enough topsoil in those last "bald headed days in November before the first snowflakes sailed" that the snow settled as impediment to a timorous ninety point turn in the driveway, which is the size of a church parking lot and holds one…
spring, the garden Another fine morning here, contrary to the weatherman and all that nonsense about April being cruel. We had good rain through the night, sorely needed and things are green, plumped up a little. Birdsong, everything. It's private enough I can step out of the sun room in the morning and have my…
January It really is the most wonderful time of the year. I thought I was getting a chocolate truffle and coffee migraine but it was just a tinseled star flashing on a timer under my eastern elbow. New years eve. I put on the smaller parka and walked down town in lieu of listening to…
This is a long piece lads. I’ve been out in the bush with time to sprawl. Lawsy it's hot, breezeless. I'm kinda looking for somebody shuffling by to bust up that old chiffarobe in the yard...couple of bucks. Sweltering lilacs hang heavy and the crows flap double time to get anywhere at all. Up there…
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