Thursday, December 30, 2010

Wednesday, December 29, 2010


Lost Footprint

“Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said. They came.
He pushed them and they flew.” - Apollinaire

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Sum it Up

I received two fine gifts this year.
1. A Nikon digital camera
2. That fine lookin' Uke shown above!

I'll be distracted,
for a good long while.


Shot of the Day

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Let it Snow

Hoping for mucho snowfall
here in Chicago.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Smile & Nod

Lounging morning, Slow Steel Cut Irish,
Walks with the Pup,
Dinner with the Fam.
This very moment :
Hot Toddy

This is Holiday.

'Tis the Season to be Merry

-'Well, that's my name'
-'No shit'

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Late Afternoon

Just The Ladies.
I've missed my Family.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Pin Curls

Playing Card

The Queen of Hearts
urges you to follow
your heart instead
of what others say.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Darkness Comes Early

When it's completely dark by 5:00,
the cork is most definitely popped.


Hello, Old friend.
Bringing you back West will take sheer determination,
but I'll make it so.


Thursday, December 16, 2010

Copy That

'I think we’re all taught we should be consistent. Y’know?
You love someone - that’s it. Forever. You choose to do something with your life -
that’s it, that’s what you do.
It’s a sign of maturity to stick with that and see things through.
And my feeling is that’s how you die, because you stop listening to what is true, and what is true is constantly changing.'
-eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

In Four Hours

And baby, it's cold.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

On Heavy Rotation

I love this song, so very much.

Chicago Bound

'You learn that the worst reason to stay somewhere is because you like the weather.'

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Blue Eyes

December 12, 1915 – May 14, 1998

Spin a Record for the man, eh?

Out of the Night Sky

The air was balmy and warm while walking to work at dawn.
It felt of a tropic summer,
till i took sight of the towering lit tree atop Capitol Records.
My lungs expanded with warmth,
my eyes were transfixed upon
the warm glow of day silhouetting palms.
Reaching the Canyons is cause for cool air.
It refreshes my body before reaching
the beckoning Cafe.

Friday, December 10, 2010

So Good

The brief song at the end is what I was after....
'Oh Margie, you came and you found me a turkey,
On my vacation away from workie'

On the Turntable

'round table

Conversation and Drinks with Hemmingway.
Something I dream about quite often.


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson
(December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886)

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

vue à vol d'oiseaux

The Boulevard des Capucines,
1873 Claude Monet

Monday, December 6, 2010

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Inspiration Point

oh my heart.
so perfect.

On Heavy Rotation

given, the sultriest and finest of voices.

Between Night and Day

the alarm rings sharply before daylight begins.
i move with heavy limbs and sunken eyes.
the warmth, ritual, and aroma of brewing coffee
serve the waking hours with light.
soft and conscience movements allow even the smallest clink of glass
to pierce the air and jolt the nerves.

Dawning hours are cause for nocturnal encounters.
Brushing the ol' tooths with spool sized spiders.
Run-in's with Raccoons scampering 'cross streets.
Then, the coming end of my on foot commute, up along the hills of griffith park;
chugging to work with surprisingly gregarious coyotes.

Then sees tasks begun.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

I Miss A Lot of Trains

Instead of wasting my energy haranguing and bitching;
I must silence the noise from within and just

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

On the Turntable

Wearing Gloves Inside

Low of 40° tonight.
No Heat
in this 1920's unit of mine.
Given, I live in los angeles...
but still!
Drinking copious amounts of Tea
while running the Stove for some warmth
just ain't cuttin' it.
Oh, if only I could afford
Real Clothes?
Extra quilts & blankets?
Endless Candles?

Sunday, November 28, 2010


It Must Be

An Answer?


now what?


Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010