If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)

Monday, June 26, 2006

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Friday, June 23, 2006


Precipiscular

Houses of Golf

No.7 Green

Fairway

Clubs and Swords

Jelly Lapping Sea

Wales Revisited

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Lop Eared Bugsy


6/06/06 R.I.P Bugsy
The world lost a truly beautiful soul when Bugz passed.
Her days were full of beauty and wonder.
Mystical, enchanted Bugz.
She will be missed always.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006


Saint Pantelamon Ridge

Wednesday, April 19, 2006


Gratitude

Green Man

Easter Eggs II

Bugs II: Easter

Easter Eggs

Algonquin Dell

Bugs: Easter

Saint Isidore's Garden

Wednesday, April 12, 2006


Chimney Rocks

Implementarium

Cowz '06

Altoona, PA

Tuesday, April 11, 2006


Worm Toastules

Crustulus Dustulus

Screaltabs

Catoctin Forest

Gamelands

Spring Ruts

Still Life with Lichen

Chimera

Technopolis

E.M.U.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Contortionism

Reality schmeeality
porky pick a pie
crab a black crow
melt your money in the dough
pillsbury punks
cripple the preacher's word:
"Nothing is as it was before
Death is not a liar
Life alone a beacon in utter pitch blank and void
a candle whose fire will not dim.
God, a dealer of cards
catch them as they fall
and coil 'round the dice once more."

Serpentine rounds
better to drown...
better for the snake to bite
to deliver the frosty venom
and sink like a tarpoon
into flesh,
flesh screaming,
stinking pigs in a field.
Sacred cows whose glassy eyes
reflect my love...

Ticking, ticking
ripping the calendar page
slipping greasy serpent time.
Wild flurry of leaves clatter, turn and assail me,
distant whisper of symphony
in my waxchoked ears.

Finer thoughts of beauty like powder drifts
my head spins from its socket.
Mutilated mushrooms witness
man's mahine slaughter
in the cool wet grass.

I alone shoulder the mountainous crime,
harbor the guilt and smile
on the leaf wet streets of late October.
Pantry girl's breasty bestial dance,
Halloween's candy choked children,
the dead,
the glaring moon
Lights the mist in the field.