Timeand tidemaking marksindelible —etching on my face,stone carvings under icemade thicker from passing storms,thunderstruck and glowing vibrant,molten and forging new weapons withresolution that this world will not fail I don’t know if I have too much to say today. I’m getting ready to start a … Continue reading A Tip of the Iceberg
Today, I’m going to bring back Saturday Jams. There’s a lot of work to be done here, the quickest thing I can do is knock out a post for my peeps. 😉
Today I am fibbing, hardcore. Trying something different.
There’s some change
riding on the wind.
Never fear!
Change is good —
without that, we might never
truly live.
The fragilesensibilityof wintercould onlyreticently relinquishits unyielding grip; this cold wavestill deepens fearthat the spring’simminentreturn is a matter ofopinion. Stretching ears:drops of melting ice!Those chilled tearsmight bring hope,or might lengthen these slenderpikes of winter’s fire. No false hopes.No wasted regrets.Our suns riseand return,vague practitioners passingin cryptic … Continue reading A Long for Sumarr
Boy, writing is hard. Or maybe all I need is a handful of words. Maybe someday I won’t have to say anything at all.
Over six years ago, the sky turned grey as the season flipped over to Autumn . . .
“The man in black fled across the desert, and Surfer Rob followed.”
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“Who we admire most in the world, and why? The person we admire most in the world is make-up artist and creature creator Rick Baker. His wonderfully gruesome slime bladders and slobber tubes in an American Werewolf in London won him a richly deserved Oscar.”
– Chainsaw & Dave, “Summer School”
Sometimes you just have to apply color directly to surfaces in order to pretend they’re not what they seem to be . . .
Time to turn it around, Rob Lobster style.
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