Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Mud Flood

Mud ink
Mud think
Mud wink
Blink nod

Mud weep
Mud sleep
Mud peep

Mud mouth

Mud talk
Mud squawk
Mud lock
Mud block
Out

Mud love
Mud dove
Mud glove

Mud gutter

Mud search
Mud church
Mud perch
Mud lurch--

Mud tumble
Mud mumble
Mud bumble
Berry tea

Mud lands
Mud brands
Mud bands
Mud hands

Mud art

Mud buyers
Mud flyers
Mud spyers

Mud you
Mud me
Mud random professor
Mud random soldier
Salutes

Mud trench
Mud drench
Mud clench
Toes

Mud sex
Mud flecks
Mud specs
Spandex

Mud funny
Mud honey
Mud money

Mud scrap

Mudblood
Mud flood

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

obsession


my recent obsession with trees is the product of a poetic appreciation for their pride, a craving for leaves and bark and roots after months of snow, and other peoples' suggestion. i suspect most obsessions start this way - as a vague intense personal attraction, combined with the pleased self-consciousness that comes with the first time another person recognizes it. from that point the obsession is deliberately developed, and probably broadens in focus to include more of the subject's aspects. in keeping with my own theory, a habit of doodling trees on christmas cards led to a poem about a group of young trees cruelly uprooted and thrown on a boat, which led to several comments about my fixation with trees, which led to a plan to learn to graft branches in the spring, which led to a story book, which led to a visit to the conservatory which may have permanently altered my psyche, which led to another, more-influential comment by my boyfriend, which led to a plan to plant a tree of my own and get a job at a greenhouse, which led to roselow seeds in a pot, which led to a plan to get a tree tattoo, which led to an interview this week at a greenhouse.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

sketch #1

Blood is shockingly dark red and rich. It smells like spoons. When people watch it gurgling through a slender plastic tube, out of their soft inside elbow into vials with printed labels, they begin to see their bodies as cleverly disguised deep wells.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

wahhhhhhhh wah wah wahh

someone just do me a favor and slap some duct tape over my mouth. if i am as stupid as i sound in everyday conversation, you won't be missing much.