Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Come Lay Your Weary Head, Love

Photographer Unknown
Song by Neel (click picture)


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Lynchian Knowledge

Photographer Unknown
Remix by Jon Hopkins (click picture)


Saturday, November 22, 2014

I Believe It's Magic

I saw Ghostbusters in the theater three times when it came out. And, of course, I had the cassette of the soundtrack. Mick Smiley's I Believe It's Magic was my favorite song. This subtle remix and video are so much fun.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014



I've sought out corner bars, lived in corner houses;
like everyone else I've reserved
corner tables, thinking they'd be sufficient.
I've met at corners
perceived as crossroads, loved to find love
leaning against a lamp post
but have known the abruptness of corners too,
the pivot, the silence.
I've sat in corners at parties hoping for someone
who knew the virtue
of both distance and close quarters, someone with a
corner person's taste
for intimacy, hard won, rising out of shyness 
and desire.
I've turned corners there was no going back to,
in the middle of a room that lead
to Spain or solitude.
And always the thin line between corner
and cornered,
the good corners of bodies and those severe bodies
that permit no repose,
the places we retreat to, the places we can't bear
to be found.

Photographer unknown
Poem by Stephen Dunn

Monday, November 17, 2014

Skull and Flowers


We Should Stay Home

Two hour mix of ambient music. Perfect for this rainy, chilly morning. (Click picture)


Sunday, November 16, 2014


Photo taken 10/31/14



Wherever this is, I need to be there.


Autumn Waning

Photos taken 11/15


Saturday, November 15, 2014

Friday, November 14, 2014

Latest Poem


For the last year
I've eaten nothing
but cinders for breakfast.
Burnt words piled on plates,
not a lick of rain
to sooth my cracked tongue.

creatures go on bleating 
and bleating
while the sun above
never ceases its staring.
It can't stop seeing
what it's seen.

My hands, a tattoo of ash,
fold and rise
as if to beg,
but my brittle heart 
has hardened
and I cut
the nearest throat,
for the quenching,
not caring 
that it's blood,
not caring
whose it is.


Poem written 11/2014
Photographer unknown

October Kitty

He helped us get ready for Halloween. I also have photos of him helping Rot carve jack o'lanterns.

But I won't be posting them here. ;)


Thursday, November 13, 2014

Noir Jack


Beautiful Ugly Beautiful

Die Antwoord - from South Africa. Been  a fan of these guys for quite some time. This latest video is absolutely stunning, and most definitely not work safe. I get this song stuck in my head alot. And you gotta respect the sampling of I Believe It's Magic by Mike Smiley.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014



She didn't last the night.
The blanket that held her
was standard hospital issue,
white, worn and frayed.
The orderly
took it down to the basement
where tomorrow it will be washed,
folded and stacked with the others—
these quiet ferrymen,
who circle in on themselves,
hold and wait with
infinitesimal patience
under the hum of lights
that never go dark,
never stop illuminating
what no one
wants to see.

Poem written 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Backyard Jack

We're hoping this tough big guy dries out just right so we can keep him...


Slept In

Lazy Morning.

Song by Clint Mansell (click picture)