The Antithesis To The Train Bleu

Upstairs in the bathroom, after I have dressed and left the laptop on the dining room table, I hear the lonesome call of the 4am and the tell-tale rumbling through the open window. I think I must have heard it coming in my sleep. I woke up to hitch a ride like some drowsy hobo….


Twister January 6, 1997 I’m sitting here in the hall with my other best friend. Boots’ Mama came and took him home as if their wooden house beside the Kerr-Magee plant on the outskirts of town can protect them from a tornado better than this big brick elementary school and these cold blue concrete blocks…

The Fog of Morning

in the bathroom blurry eyes seek sight find fogged lenses instead clarity will come with the opening door if one waits to be led words of the soul are not always seen but it pays to be well read

Fear Is What Keeps Me From You

I do not really understand what I am afraid of. Fear is what keeps me from you. My lack of mercy is in direct correlation to the rain-gauge of my terror. We. You and I. We are the terror(ists). The others are convenient scapegoats for us to drape our unicolor fear-coats on. There is nothing…

The Breach (ART)

Once again, the influence of Escher on my work is readily apparent. I am in the process of photographing and preserving my art. This piece is from 1990.

When Remnants Of Dreams Come

in my waking moments remnants of dreams come to mind and I pause here to walk briefly in that other place the neighborhood I have visited often while asleep so alike and yet so very different than the rooms of my waking life there is a house I am renovating there as yet unfinished according…