The Sword of St. Michael

Oh glorious Archangel St. Michael, Watch over me during all of my life. Defend me against the assaults of the Demon, assist me especially at the hour of my death, obtain for me a favorable judgment and help me in all my needs, Amen.
In an effort to recapture innocence, we were robbed and the disruption was far beyond monetary. A tear against pleasantness, a grab at well being, a scratch across the face of security. With any luck the floss silk blossom scent will cover up yesterday's must, and Russian Ammonites will be purity's muse.

but together, we made it home. More prepared even, for the broken candles tomorrow will bring.

An Indecent Human Being

A Decent Animal

If you enjoy flesh diseases

Projections, Tiny Dresses, Little Girl Games

I hope the light will always cover the bare skin of my legs, and that this child like feeling can extend to the farther reaches. If I could run up and down the stairs for an eternity, the shadow and outline of my dress to remind me of my own solidity. If I can forget the poison and the bad omens that a hidden scorpion felt inclined to bestow. And the sting that creeps farther into flesh.

the summit doesn't differ from the valley. It's time to leave flowers on the grave of an empty parking space, and contribute to life's beautiful mysteries.

Some Things Last A Long TIme

Like a disinclination towards love; for some, an analogy of sex to the destruction of the Star Wars death star. I suppose it comes from an injury- some organs are more sensitive to scar tissue. and with age the methods of defense against the pains of heart that come from openness become more and more sinister. At some point there is the pure necessity of adaptation: to learn to enjoy the pain until it disappears- or to accept this balmy existence as it is. I can learn to enjoy walking 15 blocks in bare feet at 5am- a direct result in pride and the proving of your own gender. But I don't understand this ironic anger over mystery: Love's one true passion. But how could we expect the temperament of love to abide, when we do nothing but ruffle its feathers in an attempt to get this flightless bird up in the air?


But the truth is, love gives more than one chance; because it's purposes are not destructive, but productive. We have only to abandon our preoccupations and enjoy things for what they are; we have just to choose which things we would like to last a long time.

Some Lovely Days Some Lovely Days

2009, dried flowers, paper bag, sheetrock and sawhorses, dimensions variable
By Bill Conger

On My Pillow, On Your Pillow

I think you are just so pleasant, I would like you for my own.

We Cannot Cling to the Old Dreams Anymore

And who would want to? When something much more exciting awaits.

Au Hasard Balthazar (1966)

Following the Ring

find it and keep it? or let it go?

An Eye for Adventure, A Soul for Selling.

Being captured by hunger was such a wonderful liberation. I am desperate for the starvation to return. I will have a firm grip though it is impossible to keep the cold out, perhaps it is time we welcome it, and tear the insulation out from walls. And forget our tendencies toward fair weather friendship.

Tu No Vas a Cambiar mi Ahora

Mira la forma

Cannot Take Aim with a Mind that Wanders

We trained wild animals and gave them emerald neck collars. And made the Mexico vs. Canada argument. The Equator has become passion's birthplace. The farther I stray from its origins the greater the risk of suffering a lack of oxygen. Haven't you ever wondered why there are more juke boxes in Mexico?

Wiggly World

because I've got a nickel, you've got a dime, I'd like to get to know you but I haven't got the time.

Bread Bear

The Warranty Will not Suffice

It seems I have vivid memories of a time when birds were commonly used as a means for the delivery of messages. A dove flew into my open window last night. I know very little about various species of birds, but I have gathered enough to determine with relative certainty that it was in fact a dove. She must have come while I was sleeping, and was patient enough to wait for my alarm. and her arrival was all in good timing. Some messages require a bit more discretion than the general mail will allow, and certainly every person has at least one message to deliver with such care. I happen to be no exception.
So without further adieu my dearest pigeon:

There is a place in each life for Amusement.
It grows like weeds in the Parks and Playgrounds of the mind.
A casual threat to Diligence, a fleecy comrade to Foolishness.
But, none with a more felicitous progeny: the white courtyard wedding, lemonade and white lace gloves.
but when you have grown tired of considering life's side shows
Please restore my confidence: in Amusement's magnetic candor.
At the least remember, what you break, you buy.


Please make haste in your delivery darling dove, the issue is pressing.

Drawing by Ariel Pink