Descending Ashtray

wanting my voice to be liked by all
wanting the words to say something strong 

wide open, windmills and walking
baby says I
we are always talking

insane mind
restlessly kind
don’t you know, I love you

warmer days are coming
selfish acts are troubling
restless nights are sleeping
in our beds

give me your foot
I will boost you into the tree
we can listen all night
to the leaves

falling in the grass
heading towards the sea
with your breast in my hand
how happy we could be

saying that you will see the fall
saying that we will live through it all

Two trees lived in close proximity together. Birch and Beech had been friends for many years. One day, a sapling appeared between the two of them.

“Birch, is that your son?” said Beech.
“I don’t know,” replied Birch, “I can’t see that far.”

Just then, a woodpecker flew up and perched on the sapling.

“Excuse me, Mr. Woodpecker, but in your expert opinion, is that a son of a Birch or a son of a Beech?”asked the Beech.

“I don’t know which of you is the father,” the bird explained, “but I can tell you it’s the finest piece of ash I’ve ever put my pecker in.”

My friend Tyler told me this last night.

… once asked me if I ever thought about how much easier my life might be if I had gone with a 3×3, a 4×4 … anything less than 25 squares. Sometimes I think of it and chuckle when I’m midway through something. There is something really … zen? or meditative, I guess, about doing the same thing 25 times in a row, or 125 times, or whatever it is. But yes, I’d probably be closer to done right now. I drew all the stars by hand.

This is a work-in-progess, a gouache of a 5×5 with a US Air Force theme, circa 1942. There will be white stars in blue circles, with a blue circle contained within the stars. Just like this one.

Heard from Seth lately? I used to talk to him on the phone every once in awhile and last I heard he was stationed in San Diego.