What's On The Easel

Quick oil sketch that wants to be a samurai type when it grows up. Much refining is needed, but the basics are there. My dysfunctional, dyslexic brain does much better with a black background and white sketch than with the reverse. I've also given myself permission not to have much of a background. Saves me stress, cause I can either do a good person, or a good background, but not both. Depth perception is not one of my strong points...

A Poem for Independence Day

Dispatch from Tikrit

Now that you're
gone,
our connection
is reduced
to paper,
entrusted to
strangers.
Cuneiform
without clay
tablet.
I unwrap each
letter
as if it were
the flag
of some rebel
organization.
I imagine you
do the same.
Sifting for clues,
a pencil finger-
print or gunpowder?
Sweat
or Tigris water?
In the folds
I find a grain
of sand.
6000 miles
and eleven time
zones wedged
between us.
Our relationship
filters
through with-
out dimension,
a modern
archeology.

Not My Ideal Job

Part of my job involves counseling people on What They Want To Be When They Grow Up, I thought I'd seen most of the weird and quirky jobs out there. After all, I live in an area where it's okay to play with dump trucks for a living. (240 ton trucks but... still a giant Tonka toy)



For the record,this video shows exactly what I DON'T want in a job. Funny, the guy in the video doesn't seem at all perturbed.