Archive for December, 2010

Light the way

Saturday, December 25th, 2010
Karl / Curb to curb (11th Avenue, MInneapolis)Karl / Curb to curb (11th Avenue, MInneapolis)

Karl / Curb to curb (11th Avenue, MInneapolis)

One From the Closet

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010

Red

Red


Nothing to say but what a day
How’s your boy been
Nothing to do, it’s up to you
I’ve got nothing to say but it’s O.K.

Not my words
I know
His or hers
My shoes are wet again

Into the sunset

Sunday, December 19th, 2010
Karl and Emily (and unseen me) returning from West Virgina

Karl and Emily (and unseen me) returning from West Virgina

Quiet Post

Monday, December 13th, 2010

Rocket Boots

Rocket Boots


I guess I’ll hang my snowflakes out to dry.

This is only just beginning

Wednesday, December 8th, 2010
Karl and Emily sorting through pictures

Karl and Emily sorting through pictures

Steady Traveller

Saturday, December 4th, 2010
Karl Noyes naps on the way to West Virginia

Karl Noyes naps on the way to West Virginia, Fall 2009

Tell it Again Tell it Again

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010
#2 (reverse side) The Tale of the San Bushmen Chief

#2 (reverse side) The Tale of the San Bushmen Chief

LucidStill 04

Wednesday, December 1st, 2010

By virtue of loneliness I babble.

Once a strange child seeks company.
Will someone witness this loneliness?
It is laying empty in the daylight.
It is daylight.

In all things, I babble.
Seeking to find home in clarification of an object beyond
reason or sound, to know that object
as I know my heart; uneasy, or as I know my breath;
tiring; but not as I know my words

something to be carelessly thrown at objects who
never deserved them. Did I mean this madness?
Surely madness is meant, and if not

Baby Hitler. Asleep.
He dreams a Jewish mother
whose breast is an atom bomb.
We will die in his lips.