Watching Hot Dads at Virginia Beach

Mild Erotica

Tomorrow will erase this, you can count on it.
The walk through the narrow hallway like a ghost floats through past
invisible to Richmond in the endless swallow
of PBRs and aggressive twitching to the dj's pulse en masse.

dirt-tanned regulars and their pit-bulls
pretty girls in pretty dresses with crusted eyeliner and forties bottles
tiny shaved dykes with enourmos square glasses in summer dresses
tall tall biker boys tucking their hands in the straps of their backpacks for alcohol supplies watching over the crowd
baby faced freshmen intently sucking cigarettes in a rehearsal of rough times
She's a busy city that never cleans.
She has a place for me... somewhere amid the piles of dorm furniture and Old South knick knacks from the sidewalk sale reigning half-packed half-unpacked
my favorite meals and a stack of old essays.

moss over brick
window pane molding
my old windows
away from the house down the street we had carried a rat playing dead in the trash can
i made coffee in the kitchen
my bed had my scent
couch is sold


church bells ring old and true 3 pm
She has drugged me with sun
ready for strolls, a cat on each porch, She is mine for the day.
She is mine for the night. She is mine for a sentence, the damned tease.
Then road.

My Teacher, Sterling!

Colca Canyon. Progress.

Colca Canyon

Working on a piece for Spit'n'Ink Benefit.

Months looking for a job aren't getting me anywhere but deeper into the blues, but just a day at the drawing board, and I get this sketch, a sense that I'm moving somewhere, that my education gave me an incredibly complicated skill, and all I want is to draw more, endlessly.

Wise Owl

Here's a mascot I designed for the WiseBird Consulting LLC.

My new site

I launched a new portfolio site. There are still a few thing to iron out, but at this point I feel it is presentable. Please take a look.
One day you will even remember how to spell my name. ;)

The Urus living on the Lake Titicaca (Final)

The Urus continue the same lifestyle they had for many centuries, with the exception of recent additions of solar panels for electricity, televisions, radio and bright nylon thread they incorporate into traditional textiles over Nirvana T-shirts. They have always maintained trade with the nearby city of Puno. The islands are constructed from layered earth and cane, and are anchored down. Otherwise, they say, they will float away to Bolivia, and they don't have Peruvian documents to be accepted back.
When a family does not contribute to the community and work, they're not asked to leave their homes. Instead they can take their home with them, cutting off a piece of the island.

The Urus II