Piper at the Gates

Mexico City

Mexico City B&W

Leaf and Snow

Leaf and Light

Windlash'd Oak

If Emus Could Fly!

D Constructural

Face the Face

Blue Door

Green Doorway

Mount Zion (close-up)

Fire on Mount Zion

Glomerular Expulsion

"Until I've seen this trashcan dream come true..."

Zero

Zero plus zero plus zeropluszero plus zero equals zero.


Zero hero
waterflow
crystal grove.
Zero.
Zero beauty.
Zero truth.
0+0=0


Zero is more than zero, a definite plus!
"Train, they ride...
the train,
not the bus."

"Bus,
not us man,
I mean you.
What you starin' at my shoe?"

Stop
and stare
her magic hair,
Zero's eyes hynotize.
In fine lines
Zero speaks her mind.
Fine lines, treasure you can't measure.

Tres chic.
You can't measure beginnings.

Hilda McCauley

"Yes, tranquil, such a tranquil hour...like this."

Communion with ancients
white linen,
dust suspends before the curtain.
Crusted chairs
purchased the early part of last century.
Yellow ochre wallpaper
tarnished brass.

Mrs. McCauley stands
in the center of this room
her face
the power of the ages.

"He used to sit ther' in the winda
by the chair
watching the white bird in the gilded cage.
Warm bed, he fed upon
fish and vittles.
Such a joy!

At the foot of the yard
next ta' Mrs. Price's piece.
I buried him, Father.
Such a lovely cat."

Voice fading to whisper
Gaze suspending an empty room.

Crow's 'ca-cawing'
dividing the sky
St. Mary's bell pealing
bringing this moment to nigh.

Passersby stream from the church
in the bright Winter air.

"Blind Melon Bugz..."

"They call me Bugz."

Crunchkin "Phase Lock" 12/12/05.

Tribute to a Young Writer: Luke Pfister

Salute to young Lucas!

Composer, writer, poet, musician.
The unfinished manuscript: "The Temptation of Saint Marcus" is written like the light of stars spent
in a long journey to earth.
We stand with our mitts open
for the catch!

Reminiscence

First Fire

Rare Glimpse of Plato's Forms

Beale Avenue, Altoona

Crunchkin Galaxy (B Good)

La meme.

O snowy night!

Madonna of the Mount

Menagerie II

Menagerie I

Winter Trail/ First Fire

Ash and Snow Cosmogeny

Tribute to Gordon Lightfoot

Minstrels of this age
Salute you Mr. Lightfoot!!

For melody refined,
broad and true.
Elegant, haunting harmony
and beautiful rhythm.
The TRIAD.

Well-seasoned tales of the mountain
and purple sea.
Of skipper, captain and fool.
Yours is the well-tuned craft,
yours is the minstrelsy.

We are but dreamers
who make homage
to the minstrel of this age.

Quirk

Ice Worm

Last Leaves Rattle

Last leaves Rattle
children 'round the glimmering lawn tattle.
Steely birds wheel in December's sky
It's far too late,
far too easy to say 'goodbye'.

To say what cannot be fathomed
to tower over hours of words
then die.
It's far too easy to hate
far too late to say 'goodbye'.

To fracture my mummy's tomb
perpetually born into a narrow room
Mountains to the blue clouds cry.
It's far too early
and far too soon to say 'goodbye'.

Say Goodbye to inverted worlds of dream
where we walk on shiny streets of fire
past midnight
fall from sight
All that is is stone.

Walls upon walls in the wreckage
sharp screaming walls
will not fly.
It's far from morning,
and too late to say 'goodbye'.

Echoes fail to answer
echoes have no home
echoes pulse in silence.
There is a song
but it it's too late to say 'goodbye'.

Say Goodbye to inverted worlds of dream
where we walk on shiny streets of fire
past midnight
fall from sight
All that is is stone.

Hope finds hope
words run like fire like light
like sky.
In an eternity of darkness
it's too late to say 'goodbye'.

Treachery, war:
unprovoked, eternal,
without cease from Eden until we die.
There t is late
far too late to say 'goodbye'.

Lop eared Bugz at Chores

Cattails in Ice

I see the Light

Pussy Willows, Cattails

Cranberry Limbs

Winterberries

Frosting

December Sky

The Whole Shooting Match

"Things ain't what they used to be;
Got this new surveillance state.
Things are gonna get better..."
"Man I can hardly wait!"

You know something good's hard to catch
That's the whole shooting match.

Wolf Blitzer in Tel Aviv,
Geraldo in New Orleans
Billy Jo and Buffy in Gitmo
trying to unsnap his jeans.

Good news is hard to fetch.
That's the whole shooting match.

Rocky in Falluja
keepin' the insurgency low
Scooter and the architect whisper
In an all night casino.

Deals like that are tough to patch.
That's the whole shooting match.

When all the fights for freedom in the dump of history tossed,
then we'll flip a coin and see who won and who lost.

In the meantime...
Corporate cats skin the goats
to win pygmies to TV
vaseline, buttercream
to find a dream that matches.

Cool dreams are getting hard to catch.
That's the whole shooting match.

Algonquin Dell

Pine Needles

Olden Times

Treebeard