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preordained conclusions

allow me some sky
to fly over myself
all the talking eyes
usurp paths around my fantastical places
I can’t hear myself think
here on the ground
the voices are too many
broken harmonies and
attachments to preordained conclusions
cannot be whipped away
by my threadbare occupation
I was meant to fix things
I’m a fixer
not lately though
my things seem to be pulling apart
flying overhead
my body and yours
will free my blocked salvos
kind salvos
because
I’m supposed to be deliriously dependable
even when my arms are tired
from all the holding
self-indulgences, you bet
because
I’m not all that decent
Karole

Mildred and Oliver

Mildred: Did you see my glasses?

Oliver: You’re wearing them, dear

Mildred: Oliver, did you happen to see where I put my house keys?

Oliver: They’re in your coat pocket

Mildred: (Searches jacket hanging on chair) They’re not in here

Oliver: That’s my jacket, dear.

Mildred: Oh. (Checks coat hanging in nearby closet and finds her keys) Did you bring the mail in?

Oliver: No dear. You did this morning. It’s on the kitchen counter

Mildred: (Looks on kitchen counter) It’s not here, Oliver

Oliver: Yes, it is dear. Folded inside the newspaper you also brought in

Mildred: Good, (she adjusts her glasses) now I can read it

Oliver: Did you happen to take the dog out when you got the mail and paper this morning

Mildred: We have a dog?

Oliver: (shocked expression) What! Are you serious?

Mildred: (chuckling through her reply) Never. It’s why I’m still happy. And yes, I walked Bumpus this morning

Oliver: I love you

Mildred: I know

Oliver: And don’t you ever forget it!

Mildred: I won’t

Oliver: Good

Mildred: You won’t let me (chuckles again)

Purfeath

Purfeath

art flown in before

he whispers amen

thank you he whispers
like an amen
the broad smile on his face
I’ve seen somewhere before
his bright marbled eyes map
world destinations traveled decades ago
both light and dark
those hands, trembling and warm
once gripped killing machines
with cool unshakable confidence
back then

they wore their brand of patriotism
like a second skin
back then

there was no doubting
now there is
and today he whispers
thank you and tips his baseball cap
to my young son
who has just held the door
for the elderly gentleman
wearing the navy blue cap with the meticulous insignia
that reads WWII, US P-51 Mustang

lone

lone

previously published, I have no fighter plane art

Uncle Stan’s Cloud

a car flies down the road though how could it
there are no feathers only heavy metal and fumes
anchoring its chassis to earth
a fly buzzes around the fruit bowl
as if it has something to say about the arrangement
you go to close the kitchen window where the fumes and the fly entered
up there in the sky, a cloud shaped like Uncle Stan
you haven’t called him in awhile
not since he went to the rest home, the one that doesn’t smell so funky
the car, the fly, and the cloud aren’t
in possession of anything mystical
the car doesn’t have wings
though the fly does
the car, the fly and the cloud move fast 
some believe cars have spirits
otherwise car names are pointless
even if the headlights resemble eyeballs
and a fly who doesn’t like the fruit arrangement
without elevated thought
would just be annoying
so leave the window open and let the car fumes pass
the fly will have an exit for making its escape
and for the love of Aunt Lucy, gone these seven years
please don’t forget to call Uncle Stan

Winged

this graphic created in 2014 makes me happy – she’s just silly
previously published

People of Accumulated Age

Dear Friends,
When sketching people of accumulated age, one must tip the nose downward, droop the lids, thin the brow, recede the hairline, wrinkle at will… Faces that have endured many, many seasons are no longer as supple as spring buds. This seems unkind, but it’s quite spectacular. A face with swirling skin impressions is captivating. Deeply etched lines not only mark the passage of time, but reflect vast knowledge and experience. To reverse surviving many seasons, is to imagine nobility without character. Young supple faces with lovely features are faces devoid of fascinating history.

Aged Smile

Aged Smile

Thank you. May you sleep on a pillow of silk and dream of a smooth life

Yold created 2 nights ago. When I finished her, she scared me a little, but we spoke and everything is okay. She’s quite charming and loves smiling wide.