Thursday, September 19, 2013

looking for meaning

Just a few observations...

I don't doubt that there is a reason, some meaning, 
for everything, big or small, that happens.
The dictionary's third definition of "meaning" is thus:

"have as a consequence or result the proposals are likely to mean another hundred closures
 heavy rain meant that the ground was waterlogged."

You've got to be kidding.

Exactly one week before the 100-year flood,
 I did the following drawing on Scribbler. 
I had no idea where it came from or its meaning; 
it was just a scribble.

No kidding.

Monday, September 16, 2013


The sun is out, and I am healing. 
At this point, there is nothing to do but

turn the corner. 

Thursday, September 12, 2013


Boulder is flooded.
Most of the Front Range is flooded.
People have evacuated and some have died.

It's all overwhelming, 
but nothing matters to me as much as this.
My studio is flooded.

I looked down the basement stairs, 
and all I could think of was Carol Marine's 
burned-out studio in Texas.

Saturday, September 7, 2013


I refused Vicodin for the pain.

This being Boulder,
my doctor suggested cannabis cream or Calamine lotion
 and agreed that 
maybe a little wine would be okay.

Shaken not stirred,
I am the big pink drunk.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013


And I ain't talkin' rooftops. Arg! 
Will be off the air for the duration.
Again... Arg!

(Giraffe checking for and finding shingles 
on my rooftop in the doc's office.)