[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HpFDPk7rP0&w=560&h=315] In New Zealand we grew up reading books from America or England with ‘woodland creatures’, birds we’d never seen and Christmas in the winter time. I asked someone the other day nervously, hoping they wouldn’t guess I didn’t know the answer, about the situation with chipmunks. As in were they real?
I Heart Bukowski
Just spent two hours in a cafe on Windward reading Bukowski and writing a poem about reading Bukowski. The picture above is from yesterday, when I wasn’t feeling so Bukowski.
I'm So Brainy As My Shirt, So Brainy As My …
Who's Going To Tell The Sun?
The Good and Bad News About Spiritual Enlightenment …
A Monkey and Me, Santa Monica, California
Some people protest with placards … me, I go home and write a sternly worded poem. This post is dedicated to monkeys being made to look like monkey’s on 3rd Street Promenade, Santa Monica, California.
SPSS Eat My Gay American Shorts …
PS: SPSS is a stats program. Which I only know about since once upon a time I did stuff like that.
Next time you want to provocatate a Feminist, instead of saying 'Feminism,' try adding another few syllables so it sounds more like 'Feminiminism'…
As you know, I’ve been traveling – which can make it difficult to paint large colorful poems. Which is why I’ve been having fun posting poems currently residing in the back of my car at home. That was until today and one long dirty busy bus ride to the art supply shop on Santa Monica […]
Fifty cans of sand at the bottom of the Malibu Hills …
[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf099xQdxr8&w=560&h=315] This post is dedicated to Johnny Cash with thanks and hoping the radio in the background of this little home made video won’t annoy the owners of this song too much. But if it does I wonder if it’d help to say I’ve been borrowing my friend/driver Erik’s car quite a bit recently […]
Booze, Boobs & Boys Bits …
In the spirit of my having one wacky-ass completely out of character week, I present for you the Tits poem… I painted this poem at a community art class I attended a year or so ago. Everyone else was doing mosaic, and there I was writing words like tit and cock and trying to figure […]
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