here’s what’s been going on the the sketch book lately…check out the rest…

lots of stuff to look at

Dave Brown from Holiday Matinee recently purchased a print print
that I made for the Yeller show earlier this spring.
There are still a couple available, and they are going to be showing
at the Thread show later this month. There are still more
available if you’re interested.

the seas will swallow the land
the swallows will the follow the winds
to the san juan islands from san juan capistrano
we’ll walk along the puget sound
because the sound of sleep keeps us awake
and the taste of bread makes our bones shutter and shake
we’ll fill wood grained journals in wood grained rooms
and soon we’ll know the color of grey in over 50 shades
explore 50 states but mostly the one in the upper left corner
the earth will swallow our legs and arms and eyes
from our feet then up to our thighs
we wait and rush along the coast from places that have outlived their lives
they have out lived them on more than one occasion now
i left what was good on delapidated midnight painted brown porches
i buried letters from over oceans, and under land masses to big to think of
i left them there
the woods are left to the woods
i hold it lightly like the lightest dead hummingbird you’ve ever held or heard
or found in the gully below your house
you’ll burn it on a rock in the front yard
cremate it then scatter the ashes
in the out-of-place bamboo patch besides the bungalow
you’ll think of late night walks, anxious talks & find feathers of red tailed hawks  
you’ll speak to your mom in groves of eucalyptus
you’ll wish she was with us
while drawing plans for restitution
i’ll wait for the ever illusive resolution
always one step ahead
or waiting under brad’s new bed
or waiting in my fingers instead
or in tattered books i’ve read
there i find the words of others from an ageless youth :
“all i want to be is someone who makes things and thinks about them.”
i want to live for a living

Sean Sand everyone

So we were given an 8 track player from the Jones’ basement the other day and most of the time the 8 tracks look more like toys as opposed to something music comes out of. Here’s a little test run of what else they’re good for…

this was the best 8-Track of all, but the player tried to swallow it.  joel cried in his room with the door shut.

“Bigfoot & UFOs: the unique connection” r.i.p.

“anything essential is invisible to the eyes”

         -excerpt from the little prince

chan lives in portland, and  he walks down burnside to the river at

4am and rarely sleeps before 5.  his ceilings slant and he wonders

about things that his hands can’t touch.  he looks for things he cannot see.

photos up from this past winter

photos found at:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/wesleyloganbruce/

so there i hid my heart
under shovel full’s of soil
to be unknown
like unmarked graves, locked doors,
or maps of lands i’ve yet to love
to be buried beneath the quiet of the earth
there the secret hope of my heart will rest in stillness

“will it grow from there?” she asked

“possibly not” i said, “but if my heart can rise from death,

then what reason shall i fear what life may bring?”

                              -written in the basement last november