Tuesday, April 28, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n EIGHTEEN

They have no malice
no evil do they commit.
Without them Man dies.

Monday, April 27, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n SEVENTEEN

What is left behind
when light and life leave this world?
Do you want to know?

Sunday, April 26, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n SIXTEEN



YIN

















YANG

DAY ONE HUNDRED'n FIFTEEN

horsies!

day ONE HUNDRED'n FOURTEEN

Oh, Betsy
how far we've come from thee
Would your thread 
still bind this nation's fabric
had you lived today?

Oh, Great Seamstress
stich us anew
let your tailor-made embroidery
run-up this nation's 
thread-bare post again.

Oh, dear lady
baste and furl us
rip and tear us
then fasten and renew us
before we lose our way.






Thursday, April 23, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n THIRTEEN

Staring at a boot
waiting on inspiration.
Nada, go figure.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

day ONE HUNDREDn' TWELVE

I am not talking
to anyone other than you.
Can you hear me now?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Monday, April 20, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n TEN

Whachulookinat?

day ONE HUNDRED'n NINE

Sometimes it doesn't pay to be a fish.

day ONE HUNDRED'n EIGHT

It's tough being sooooo cute.

day ONE HUNDRED'n SEVEN

What in the world is this?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n SIX

Alill nearly fell to Wolzipher's wrath, but in the end he slew the morgone and won Edain's hand, as had been fortold. Edain's curse should have released her, but instead it gave Alill a choice ... join Edain in exile or see her perish. 

They were the whitest in the land and inseperable, and though cursed, they lived happily forever and a day.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n FIVE

Fly by butterfly
your disaster awaits you.
The highway claims lives.



Tuesday, April 14, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED'n FOUR

It was a dark and stormy night (wait, that's no good); The night was dark and it was stormy (yuk! try again); The night was stormy and it was dark (ugh!); It was dark and it was stormy and it was night (oh, Dear Lord!); 'Twas a dark, stormy night (hmmm, that's not bad); T'was (where's that accent mark go?) a dark and storm night (I like that. Not bad. Okay, now for the rest) T'was a dark and stormy night and ... AND? ... (SH*********T!!!!)

Monday, April 13, 2009

day ONE HUNDRED & THREE

Light travels for millions of years
across billions of miles
from the other end of the universe
to cast a shadow
on a floor
at your feet.


day ONE HUNDRED & TWO

In twilight she waits
for keel o'er sails unfurl'd.
On deck a lover.

day ONE HUNDRED & ONE

TAKE TIME TO LOOK AT NATURE

day ONE HUNDRED

i know i'm adorable
modesty is part of my charm
but I have a brain too

my brain might be operating
on your brain someday

food for thought.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

day NINETY NINE

Betrayed! Left on the beach to rot like so much sea foam and weed, I didn't see until too late how the wood could move. Slowly it stretched for me, embracing me, until I could neither run nor shout to passing ships. I'd become one with the island. I was home. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

day NINETY EIGHT

On the water's edge
children keep the sorrow's light.
Distance knows no bounds.

day NINETY SEVEN

Many a man cross
o'er crooked wooden bridges.
As the river runs.

day NINETY SIX

Once over the bridge
my lady's heart beats for me.
The luckiest man.

day NINETY FIVE

A cool one-eyed guy
sells smoothies under the night sky.
Vegetables know things.

day NINETY FOUR

Night deserts get dark
coyote runs with the moon.
Wildfires burn brightest.

Friday, April 3, 2009

day NINETY THREE

Letting my best bud in the whole world beat me at chess!

day NINETY TWO

"You empty-headed animal food trough wiper!"

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

day EIGHTY FIVE

I Wish I Was Awerkin

Oh, I wish I was awerkin
todaay
for pay

I wish I was a werking man
a'an bringin home the bacon

todaay
todaay
I wish I was awerking

for paay
for paay
I wish i was awerkin

todaay
todaay
I wish i waaass awerrrkinnnnn!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

day EIGHTY THREE

Busking in sunlight
Music for money and joy
Apples grow on trees

Monday, March 23, 2009

day EIGHTY TWO

SHE WEEPS

Where has he gone
when will he come home
doesn't he know I'm waiting
doesn't he know I care?

I long so to be held
to be in someone's arms
I want to be kissed
I need to be missed

Won't someone speak my name?



Sunday, March 22, 2009

day EIGHTY ONE

At world's end only love remains

day EIGHTY


I love you Smokey Joe!

day SEVENTY NINE


She's mine and I'm her's
Cookies come from the cutter
A swan on the lake.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

day SEVENTY EIGHT

Sun sends Moon away
It is my time now, he says
rivers run downhill

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

day SEVENTY SEVEN

NIGHT PASSAGE

To lee shore we sail
by instinct not star
no moon shines our path
nor makes us with shadow

The cargo's the thing
we mean to make port
nigh shoals nor shallows
deny us our mooring

Crossing to warning
no fiddlers say we
a dunsel's repair
gets us to bottom

D's locker we seek
the ropes at the bitts
leeway she blows
and windfall prevails.


 




Tuesday, March 17, 2009

day SEVENTY SIX


I stand on the edge
where tides meet the sea
while gulls sail aloft
and speak with the wind

The land knows my name
it calls me to see
through all of my souls
the voice of her tears

We dance in the sky
our fervent to be
upon naked truth
and moribund wrath

She passes, she's gone
the blade takes its fee
no more will it pause
for death and for grace.

Monday, March 16, 2009

day SEVENTY FIVE


A minstrel croons his chanty tunes
audience swoons under leafless poons
lonely loons and starless moons 
no red ballons in afternoons
two Daniel Boones fight wild coons
assorted zoons and ghostly goons
 in misty runes on sandy dunes
 a mistrel croons his chanty tunes.







Sunday, March 15, 2009

day SEVENTY FOUR


Edain, exhausted from the dance, bid Alill to leave, but the King would not be sent away. In all the land there were none more beutiful than she and his eyes never tired of gazing on her. He alone ruled the Emerald Isle, and yet he awaited her next glance as would a fortuneless suitor presenting to a Queen. She longed to be near him, to forever be with him, but until ...


day SEVENTY THREE

whatMA?

Dogma
Catma
Carma
Truckma



Friday, March 13, 2009

day SEVENTY TWO

Goers waitin ona b'ch-

man yu otta not 
go witout a shirt!

Hey! you unda de over pass!

yew gonna burn.




Thursday, March 12, 2009

day SEVENTY ONE


two guitars
twenty years