Happy days are here again The air is being controlled again The wall is still not built again Happy days are here again Altogether shout it now The Tweeter’s through, who can doubt it now We’re gonna pay our… Read More ›
Zed
One again rises, having addressed the ages, history and all creation
With phone in hand, not soon from the bathroom With pants neatly cinched and curls not awry After such sitting without discharging After such texting without reflecting O to have enjoyed some peace and quiet O to have… Read More ›
OK, so
for A.H. OK, so I didn’t include you in an e-mail, OK, so this fact got lodged in the back of my mind, OK, so in sleep some of that back stuff comes to the front, OK, so, your mouth… Read More ›
Ballad of a nullfidian
Our buds are growing into earphones And still failing to protect us From noise and demands, requests or distress. Online I find a chemical protection suit with tape double-wrapped, And double storm flaps over zippered access, On top of… Read More ›
The Drumming Circle, Woodstock
Featured here are a few of the many drawings I have made in some harmony with the drumming circle in Woodstock, New York. I have not been trying to “capture” the people in portraits, but to draw in rhythm with… Read More ›
Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet which had been used as an ashtray
Dedicated to my mother, Lyle Warner, and to an up-and-coming young artist: Adelaine Muth Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet Which had been used as an ashtray. The local museum was holding… Read More ›
The Ballad of Don and Dee
At 9 in line at The Dry Goat Don heard these words from Dee: “How many lives must it consume – Our pressed, small batch coffee?” The faded denim of her shirt Agreed with gentle breasts. He helping synch… Read More ›
