Beatline Road Corn silks and carrot peel – feed the maggots. Mealy pale meal – we could eat them. Show me something new, September. Little leaves rooting. The good feeling of roads. Yesterday we saw the river. Oh longing! Crooked Creek – hot spots cold spots minnows. In my strapless black swimsuit I pretend at [...]

A break from “The Golem Wastes” as I run through the character design process for Zach’s Fantasy/Noir concept.

This week we delve a little more deeply into a five stories of everyday people in and around Our Fair City. You can read further about them on the newspaper’s website through the links provided below: 1) Ex-felons baptized in sunset ceremony at Forgiveness House http://www.commercialappeal.com/photos/2010/aug/24/183639/ http://www.commercialappeal.com/photos/2010/aug/24/183555/ 2) Elvis Tribute Artists take the stage during [...]

Eliza Mae Constant was a beautiful woman. She was a singer and a performer who used her magic to make light dance to her song. She was beloved by the people of Magictown, a bright ray of happiness through the dower cloud that hung perpetually over the city. But all that was gone now, David [...]

Paper Girl Morning makes tough. Heavy thighs. My eyes, my sore feet. Holy basil and toast. Fall just folds summer up in slanting sun – an origami bird burnt, paper sun phoenix. The whole world is windchimes. Sleep just folds me up.

First off, let me apologize for the malware warnings you’ve been getting all morning. They are scary as hell for you and really annoying for me, since I know what part of the site was affected by the attack. The Bad Things were hidden away in a part of the site that no use could [...]

A glance backward in time from one battlefield to another.

Here’s a video from our pre-baby past. More photos to come once we get our lives settled into some semblance of normalcy again. While traveling around Europe, my Charming Southern Bride and I spent three working on an Irish cattle farm. We thought it was going to be a romantic pastoral escape in delightful scenery. [...]

Title: Our First Kiss Word: Monumental Submission by Laurel. 200 words about what happens when you share secrets: In the woods north of where I grew up, we both stir, half-dreaming, in our sleeping bags. The morning light works its way through the walls of the tent. The cool dew is held back. We camp [...]

Domestic Sinister The relief of stretching flesh, the turning of fall – lantana begonia. Caterpillar. What will you do if your bird bones break? Gutted and uncomfortable. But some new ones are beautiful and sing! Gorgeous clementines with purpled poppy lips. I fear the worst and want for you one that sings (in the narrow [...]

Okay, after a nice delay, I’m getting back to the piano melody that was posted several weeks ago. I had it all worked out as a slow, maudlin ballad, but it just didn’t feel right. This is a rough (read: ROUGH) recording of the direction I’m taking the song. Next week, I’ll have re-recorded everything [...]

An abbreviated telling of Miss Eliza Clementine’s appearance on the scene.

Back in the car, hurrying to the heart of the city, the trio of magics are surprised at the number of people they find packed into the town square. “Never seen so many people out here. ‘Specially not for something like this.” Turning onto the street that borders the southern side of the town square, [...]

Stroke Call Giver away of things, mender, meddler of family weight. Now still, stroke-bound, not giving. Loss and guilt – typical: a grandparent grown tiresome with the giving away of unwanted things. My house is not unlike hers, the hand-sewn quilts. She was busy despite her failing hands, always doing. I like to be still. [...]

Everybody back to their neutral corners as the world takes a breath. I came up with something slightly different this time around. I was working on some paintings this past weekend and decided that I wanted to play around with The Golem Wastes a bit. I promise the comic and I will both be back [...]

It started out better than most But then it took a turn I failed to realize It didn’t matter where or when Where can I go? Where have I been? Can I leave here tomorrow? Or will I just be back again? Roundabout little girl You took your turn with me Oh and you won’t [...]

Same as last week. My camera should be fixed (or replaced) by next week, or else I’ll just suck it up and shoot like I used to. Also, please brace yourselves for the torrent of baby photos that are sure to come after my charming Southern bride pops out a new human in our living [...]

At some point, Mark Millar will be taking public submissions for his new comics anthology, CLINT!. This is something that I’d like to take a pass at, and Pat is too nice to tell me “No, you booze addled twit, I won’t do that.”, so he gets drug along when I have a wild hair [...]

Submissive, In Charcoal originally printed in Product 19, 2004 The professor traces the rising warmth of my spine with the dull end of his charcoal. He addresses the artists: Notice the contrast between the line of her shoulders – here – and the roundness of her thighs – there. The breath inside my still-life pose [...]

The battle rages on as our heros learn an important lesson: rock may beat scissors, but high yield explosives beat rock! It turns out that robots hate those automated help lines just as much as we do. Hopefully the future has better “on-hold” musac.

Broken Promise. Couldn’t record this week due to laptop repair, but you get a WatchPaper song instead! Lucky you! I’ve known an evil that lives inside my chest A sinister feeling that never let’s me rest My dear, please sleep for me And I can’t be held responsible for what I’ve done to love It’s [...]

My camera and best lens were destroyed this weekend by a renegade sprinkler. While I try to calm down and fix the situation, I’m dipping into the archives a bit. Normally I photograph stuff that’s happening. I’m much better at finding things to photograph than I am at creating things to photograph. However, some publication [...]

On the drive to the city square, each of them goes through their own mental rituals. Prepare themselves for what’s coming. David monopolizes the rear view mirror, preening himself and checking to see if any part of his breakfast had lodged itself unattractively in his front teeth. In the back of the car, Mary silently [...]

Recognizant Milk and toothpaste and money, the counting of it, the red smell of its lack. Push the dough, push it into itself, stretch it and fold it. This bread cost less than the sum of my worry. I knead at its muscle to work out the bad luck dream: I woke in the night [...]

I staked a man in Reno, just to watch him die.