Cast

Cast

So, these “fishing poles” …

I mean, they seem benign…

But when the men do that flicking thing…

That noise…

Doesn’t it sound like we should run?

Like the anti-christ himself is about to cast us into the Lake of Fire?


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Underneath the Heavy

Underneath the Heavy

We haven’t seen a groundhog or any other critter since last week. I think maybe the Bald Man scared every goddamn thing within miles by using the loud water-sprayer.

It feels quiet. And still. Things have stopped moving, even our hearts.

We just wait. And we wait.

And it’s as if we wait under something heavy.

We wait.

For our feet to move. For our blood to stir. For our minds to spark.


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Blood Moon (Almost) with Shed

Blood Moon (Almost) with Shed

The clouds were thin and broke every so often up until around 2:30 am. We managed to make out a partial eclipse just before the full blanket of white happened.

Rothko sat next to me most of the time. He doesn’t mind waiting for things indefinitely as long as I’m sitting next to him.

Honey gets impatient with that kind of pointless bullshit. Especially when it involves being uncomfortable. So she stayed inside. She has never been a “loyal companion” kind of dog. Or rather, her loyalty is heavily contingent on treats and/or a nice place to sit. She wanted nothing to do with Blood Moons or anything else that required being outside or not being in a warm bed.

There was an occasional snoring sound from a neighbor’s open window, and it caused Rothko to puff up and investigate every time it happened. He barked loudly at several phantoms. Just before we went inside, he caught a whiff of crazy and started a Ball Game, running many full-throttled circles around the yard.

I made overtures of chasing him for a few minutes. Then we went inside. I ate cinnamon and honey toast before going to bed around 3.


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Nude Wood

Nude Wood

We’ve been turning the dark to light.

Making the wood nude.


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Big Hugs

Big Hugs

Don’t look at him.

Earlier he was playing Dave Matthews Band.

Which is bad enough.

Now he’s got the tequila.

Yelling about mangos.

I’ve seen this before.

It doesn’t end well.

He might start that crushing thing he calls “givemedembighugs.”


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NJ Hydrant with Electric Wires

NJ Hydrant with Electric Wires

We pass by this one on the way to the vet.

I like when hydrants are all alone like this, with only landscape around them.

Right now in Jersey, the earth is having a hard time believing winter is over.


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Stink Eliminator

Stink Eliminator

He called it a “Power Washer.”

So I think it’s for you.

He’s going to eliminate your stink.


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Whiff Workshop

Whiff Workshop

That’s not groundhog.

That’s rabbit, Son.

Baby rabbit.

Can’t see ‘em yet, but trust me:

They’re here.

Somewhere yonder.

In that meadow.

It’s okay, though…

Don’t feel bad…

Your nose has still got the winter freezes.


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Good Stink

Good Stink

the Bald Man pulled
the giant green pool from
the shed, and he
filled it with warm water.

this created an outside bath
(a bad??)
in lieu of our missing
inside one.

reasons for baths (bads??):


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