Friday, June 12, 2009


12 June 2009

Light comes through the slats,
sometimes subtle, sometimes
keen--then the shutters cut like Damascus
steel through butter. The light
comes regardless of pallor or intensity--
a dozen curtains couldn’t block the cumulative
kinetic energy of the sun’s arms winding through
space, bouncing off the moon and the atmosphere,
making their way to my window, melting
into a bright and beautiful pool at my feet.

The Straw Man

12 June 2009

Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith.

I still forget sometimes

especially when the Straw Man comes,

sets flame to all the arguments

I learned to keep me sane back then.

I must remember these arguments

do not serve except to train my mind

in another vein, prepare me to receive

another Truth, higher than any

proposition he could offer

that would have had me running ‘round

in circular arguments I couldn’t win,

even to save myself from the flames.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009


Fiddling around with colored pencils. Not my best work, but I'm really stuck on the image.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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