Guess You Have to Be There

Guess You Have to Be There

In the Icy Deadlands,  
they will uncover a frozen city,
mummies in pizzerias,
mummies holding cell phones,
one perfectly preserved hot dog vendor,
red-shirted, holding tongs.

You’re not laughing
yet, because you are frozen,
but also because you don’t live
here now. You don’t know
the Deadlands like they do.

Indoor Cat

Indoor Cat

All her life, the indoor cat has been trying
to get outside, to go through the hole
that the door suddenly becomes
when we open it.

And before her, the indoor cats of my childhood
were always trying to get out,
into the the street, under the porch,
under a car if it was snowing or raining.

Outside, the indoor cat would feel abandoned,
wouldn’t she, by me. It would be all
my fault. If only I had been more careful,
more worried.

The Storialist Turns Four

It’s strange and wonderful to think that I’ve been posting every weekday since July of 2008:

July 2008
July 2009
July 2010
July 2011

I wanted to you let know that you (readers, writers, artists, creative thinkers, bloggers, supporters) are part of the reason I’ve kept at it. Making art is not very glamorous. It is dirty and painful and tedious and frustrating and scary and draining. But, as we also know, it is also transcendent, generous, compassionate, healing.

Thank you for reading.

To my fellow makers of art (in any medium or genre): thank you for the beauty that you put into this world. Keep doing it.

Text Art: Those Places

You know, those places.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend. Thank you for reading this week!

What Do You Have in That Headlock

What Do You Have in That Headlock

How do we know
what now is

if it’s always passing
through us

before we can get a good
grip on it.