Hours go by

And I watch you

As you diligently apply

A series of audible frequencies

To tiny receptors

Located inside my cranium

Resulting in much pleasure for someone

Who looks like me

Although he is seated about two inches to my left

And the both of us

Are listening to your every word

With a weird misapprehension

Radio, by Tom Clark

As simple an act

as opening the eyes. Merely

coming into things by degrees.

mappish?

May this bitch and her sisters, all of them,

receive my words

in all their orifices like lye mixed with

cocola and alaga syrup

feel this shit, bitches, feel it, now laugh your

hysterectic laughs

while your flesh burns

and your eyes peel to red mud

goodnight moon.

Five for Friday,

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

Still, the beloved may stay bitter as an ear

the tongue pressed

into, unwanted.

And the word end: spiney, finally-formed,

indents them and is

understood.

Alice Fulton, Babies

four

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

The city had such pretty clotheslines.

Women aired their intimate apparel

in the emery haze:

membranes of lingerie—

pearl, ruby, copper slips—

their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind.

Alice Fulton, Industrial Lace

three

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009.

Where are the stars, pristine

as great ideas? Behind clouds

the heavens saturate

with luminous dust, shuttles wearing halos

of earthdirt, light pollution

from jets fired to keep things

Alice Fulton, Where Are The Stars Pristine

on course.

two

from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

Where inside, anglers ease lines through floor-

holes and the river underneath

is gauntleted with hooks to snag tomcod.

By day's end, window ledges bubble

Alice Fulton, Aviation

one

one from savannah to start off,

and one from my sojourn in killeen, 2009

up North where windows ignite early,

hanging the dark

with inner lives like tiny drive-in screens

showing underrated grade B stars,

Alice Fulton, Aviation

watch the eff out!

I figured life out,
and by life I do mean how to get my pictures from hard drive to computer to internet.
Other than that- nothing.
So watch out, today will be a day of updations.
make sure you scroll down to catch all of it!

thanksssgivin

the Bob stopped by for some pie and wine after the fam dinner,
and of course i couldn't resist hammin for the cam!

jack in the box.
whiskey.
a camera.
hey. i owe bobby $10.
forgot about that, glad we have photo documentarian proof.

From the Archives:

Andy on his way over

Last 3::

More Winter Polaroids::

Goodnights & Goodbyes

tis the season, jingle jingle

don't judge my black santa.
he's a tradition!

Homage

Brian was born exactly one month before me; Brian, it was great to meet you.
Texas Veterns Cemetary

you are so much more to me...it sounds like we're in love.
finished painting one.
off to you!