Disappointment on seeing a “shark-shaped” pencil case. Not shaped much like a shark. Not a very good pencil case. I think I will buy the one I saw on eBay. My shark is swimming here from China. I wrote this … Continue reading
Little insect splashed with paint, Is you a moth or is you ain’t? Brown and orange wings with a big white spot, Are you a butterfly or are you not? Butterfly antennae have clubs and bobbles. Moths have quiet wings, … Continue reading
For some reason, I find Menards very inspirational. I make a fair number of photographs there, and sometimes write small essays and poems. This is A Poem About Fences, and the Word “Fence”. snow fence, safety fence net fence barrier … Continue reading
Big room full comics: Man in hat draw Hulk picture. Use “artistic license”. Today’s Hulk-ku (a real proper one this time) was inspired by this years SPACE show, another wonderful gathering of the small press clans presided over, as always, … Continue reading
So far this spring, I have been pretty much alone in the circle of North American internet media producers in not mentioning the weather even once that I remember. But we have been having some weather here– not as much … Continue reading
To the Japanese maple in the backyard, whose leaves are among my favorite symbols for various concepts: Not-a-haiku* Japanese maple, waiting time of year when last year’s leaves are almost finished and this year’s leaves haven’t happened. (*I have a … Continue reading
It’s a drawing of the day! It’s a poem! It’s a bit of fun– slightly Poe-ish, but more in the direction of Kekionga based doggerel than that of serious Gothicness. I wonder what happens when a sphinx librarian meets a … Continue reading
(After, write notebook Steak and Shake. It not Hulk-ku. Not everything make good Hulk-ku.) Much traffic. Hulk stuck on Bishop Ford. Plenty time write poem. Not much to say. Later, Indiana. Hulk eat fries. (This poem, Hulk make local reference. … Continue reading
The yetis of winter will soon be footstools on the bottom shelf, among the roses and Mason jars of spring.
The Buddha waits on red bricks/ his companion: a brave dandelion.