Center of Totality

Between you and the solarium this hottest of summer mornings cools a path across the countryside an eye floater moon receding in the salt tide of shrunk space as you wait in your circle rooted in angst for the darkness to dissolve. What old fear draws you here to this perfect sphere, the moon you…

Summer Notes: 7 – Shoeless

Discalced order of children running aground barefoot, the beach sand so hot we flip flopped like fish out of the water close at hand. When you did not know what a thing was, you gave it a name, then you knew it. Flip-flops went everywhere, named for their sound, rubber sole held to the front…

Summer Notes: 6 – Vinyl Eve

Ray on Polly & Ester over Shell lack, the beach so far It’s a Beautiful Day for the Blues. His story film earlier Text I’ll yarn Den I’m hep Woe vane All dyed felting. More hair Flee C Mad as a more curious hatter, a chord eon.

Summer Notes: 5 – A Blues

In the morning, when the sun comes up In the morning, when the sun comes up In the morning, when the sun comes up Give thanks for this cup of coffee. In the evening, when the sun goes down In the evening, when the sun goes down In the evening, when the sun goes down…

Summer Notes: 4 – Water

These awkward weedy notes of summer, they steal water from the subtle artful crafty ones, the ones crammed with food and hose drenched, and yes, fruit-bearing they’ll be, and well spent. The mollycoddle promises a bumper crop this year, but what will be done with it all? They can can the coddle, bottle the molly,…

Summer Notes: 3 – The Morning Nap

Catnap back to wind-sun rush kick in the eye fire-worked over street cools quiet hush Grace comes with natural light patches of prayer breezes in the hither and thither of dry leaves palms up elbows open frazzled knees and a calico cat in green sky white bells crawls over out door cot jumps through square…

Dawdle Doodle Diary: Spring Fashions and Other Caution Signs

Spring slowly sprung the environs plush with dawdle walks and doodle weeds, tweets and posts poking up in the usual spaces, out of concrete poetry cracks, but in the midst of this year’s annual rush for life we were learning to breathe. Spring is just such the perfect answer to winter, one wonders shouldn’t one’s…

Lust for Like

Just as we might ask a critic not to call not good a work for not being what it is not intended to be, we might remember expecting a like from any particular audience predisposed to dislike the chosen form doomed to deletion. We often think others think like we do, but they probably don’t….

Comics

Comics page update. Still having fun with a perfect mobile device art form. The drawings are made using fingers and thumbs on Memo Draw on the cell phone. I’ve added to the Comics page of The Coming of the Toads a few of the more popular recent drawings.