layer by layer
i will open the old man up
and we’ll see
if he keeps that smile
plastered on his face
we’ll see
if the light finally goes out
in that ruined eye
we’ll see
if he kept his heart in his body
like a good boy
or
if he stashed it away
in the walls
or
under the floorboards
Tag: artist
to a rat (20171021)
dead rat
already stiff
by my car tire
i never hit you
nor bore you malice
intact
it seems you
were prey
of neither cat nor hawk
your black
eyes shine
reflecting a late
afternoon sun
you were never
my friend
but i wonder
if you were poisoned
or just looking for shade
and if you knew today’s dawn
was your last
in medias res (20171019)
close your eyes
and grit your teeth
this is going to hurt
this is going to feel good
this is going to make you forget but
this is going to be memory
let the feeling separate you
from your skin like a sunday chicken
on a weight watcher’s plate
let yourself be blind
feel the ten thousand needles
each and every single one of them
necessary
delivering
deliverance
firmly in hand
eyes closed
eyes closing
because when they open
and your breath is your own again
the moment is over
is past
is memory
falling short (20171017)
there were words
but
i couldn’t
put them together
the right way
they floundered
like silver-scaled fish
dumped from a bucket
thrashing on a dock
they had to be
pushed back into
the ocean
untitled (20171016)
i want to put my hands
in your hair
you are like filament
glowing in an
incandescent bulb
hard to look at
until you hear
that tinkling snap
and then darkness
and i wished i had risked
the blindness of looking
rather than the blindness
of looking away
or extinction
thin lines (20171015)
we went to a fingerprint party
all the finest detectives were there
dressed in their best suits
that smelled of cigarettes
and stale coffee
they showed us to our very own table
we sat next to a lovely couple
a serial killer and a lawyer
they met during the trial
and i didn’t bother to ask
who was who
i waited until the food
came
and watched them eat
but i still couldn’t tell
and finally
you got tired
of my paying attention to everything
except you
and you left
right before dessert
tiramisu
served in a tin tray
halfku (20171014)
today
even the traffic
a river flowing
little friends (20171013)
i nudge the mantis
away from the closing door
he keeps all his limbs
Three of a Kind
Here’s another set of images of my adventures in printmaking. The latest technique we tackled was paper lithography and it’s pretty fascinating. It almost works like a magic trick.
Things you will need:
- a black and white image (photocopy or laser print) on decent paper
- gum Arabic
- ink
- brayer (the width of your image if possible)
- sponge
- bowl of water (with citric acid added)
First, apply gum Arabic to your work surface. There should be enough to place your image down in it with a small amount around the edges. Press it down with your fingers, then place more gum Arabic on top of the image. Completely coat the image. Really work it in.
Get the sponge wet and squeeze out most of the water. Move the sponge over the paper, removing the excess gum Arabic. A thin coat will remain on top.
Ink your brayer and roll out the color on the image. Start from inside the image so you don’t pull up the paper. Charge the brayer and repeat, changing direction each time you begin the inking process so you don’t build up too much ink in any one spot.
Fill the sponge with water. Squeeze directly over the image and wipe very gently. Ink will wipe away from lighter areas, but will adhere to darker areas.
You can charge the brayer once more and then ink the image a final time.
Then, gently lift the paper from work area and place on the bed of the press. Align and cover with the fancy paper you are printing on, and run through the press.
And remember kids: if you image has text like mine did, you might want to flip the image BEFORE doing any of the above so that the text will read correctly AFTER printing.
mealtime (20171011)
if food only went one way
–forget about the conservation
of matter here–
if food only went one way
how long would it take
to get sick of chewing
and swallowing
how many words would we have
for full then
more than inuit words for snow
let’s say that you can
only eat so many
meals before
it stops going down
starts backing up
you can’t eat anymore
because your last meal
a pastrami sandwich that looked
great on the menu
now hangs greasy and wet
from your mouth
you chin shines and
the thought of putting one
more thing in your mouth
is enough to make you
want to pull out your teeth
with pliers
and sew your lips closed
how long do we have to sit
at a table set with ignorance
who the hell keeps passing the rolls