Sunday, July 9, 2017

Uprooted Tomato Plants Lying in a Pile

by Donald Fry
more can be found on his YouTube channel

Dessicated heap, 
Summer's Christmas balls, 
green, red -
Goodbye saucy ones!

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Two Women Holding Flowers

Two Women Holding Flowers by Fernand Leger, 1954, Oil on Canvas
courtesy of Tate Modern

"Man needs colour to live; it's just as necessary an element as fire and water."
- Fernand Leger

Saturday, June 24, 2017


by Billy Collins
from his collection entitled Ballistics

I am an ant inside a blue bowl
on the table of a cruel prince.

Battle plans are being discussed.
Much rice wine is poured.

But even when he angers
and drives a long knife into the table,

I continue to circle the bowl,
hand-painted with oranges and green vines.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Disks of Newton

Disks of Newton (Study for Fugue in Two Colors) by
Frantisek Kupka, 1912, oil on canvas, part of the
Philadelphia Museum of Art collection

"I can find something between sight and hearing and I can produce a fugue in colors as Bach has done in music."
- Frantisek Kupka

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Aunt Klara's Kale

by Donald Fry
More by Donald Fry can be found on his YouTube Channel

Kale solely cured Aunt Klara’s carbuncle,
she preached that other miracles ensued;
bunions quashed, a toothache soon cried “Uncle;”
halitosis quelled, cancerous polyps couped!

Her leafy gospel spread to neighbor’s yards,
A lush, verdant, zealousness, a teal-tossed mist.
Aphids, cutworms, root maggots, a swarming sward;
Friends and family pruned, she’s now the Logo, Kalerist.

Ash to ash, Kale to Kale, pale holey grail,
Grocery store sermons  to the contrite;
Two shopping bags replete with Kale, a veil,
To the ineluctable black and white.

A saffron beer truck sowed her in its wake,
a blue-green shroud, an ornamental lake.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Samurai Darth

Print on Linen, available at PadGround 

May the Fourth Be With You.
Happy Star Wars Day!

Monday, April 24, 2017


by Charles Bukowski
from his collection entitled Mockingbird Wish Me Luck

a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm, 
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn't there?
he came to hear the 

Sunday, April 9, 2017


Senecio by Paul Klee, 1922, oil on canvas

"One eye sees, the other feels."
 -Paul Klee

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


M. Peters
from his collection entitled insomatica

The crackerjack prize
                for fake blank faced people
     in fake far away places

Who think up false stories
                              to fill their false lives

That keep buying fake things
and wasting fake time

Fucking fake whores
Electing fake minds
Taking fake items off fake useless lines

And there is not enough time
for our tiny earth
to keep putting astronauts into the 
fake universe

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Man in the Forest

Man in the Forest by Anselm Kiefer, 1971

"I grew up in a forest. It's like a room. It's protected. Like a cathedral ... it is a place between heaven and earth."
- Anselm Kiefer

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Small Worlds

Small Worlds II by Wassily Kandinsky, 1922, lithography

"To create a work of art is to create the world."
- Wassily Kandinsky

Saturday, March 4, 2017


by Philip Booth
from his collection entitled Lifelines

Three zeros coming up,
as the odometer turns
toward its new thousand.
Old movies, cars, pushing
2002, the number maybe
we'll get to, maybe we'll
not. As if numbers were
our destination, as if
we weren't close to lost.
As if it didn't matter
how we've already poisoned
the planet, invaded lovers,
born generations of micro-
chips, wired our lives to
suicide bombs, and still
told ourselves, year after
penultimate year, that there
will be survivors, that we'll 
be the heroes who'll last.

Sunday, February 19, 2017


Love by Alexei Jawlensky, 1925, oil on canvas

"I knew I must paint not what I saw, but only what was in me, in my soul."
-Alexei Jawlensky

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Our Paris

by Donald Fry

Mapped not by miles, kilometers, or rods,
our Paris has no boundaries in space.
Crack the clacking clocks, dethrone the false gods
of eternity. Then, we will deface

their measurements, mass, volume, false extents;
we’ll have no traffic with their stubborn lies;
a bold geometry, our love invents:
angles, arcs, towers – cathedralize!

Their histories unravel into myth,
our myths obtain the strength of history;
and Paris, a golden apple with
this kiss, my Venus, you, my ecstasy.

Parispace, Paristime, Parismass,
our own dimensions will prevail, Alas!

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Angora Cat

Angora Cat by Morrish Hirshfield, 1937, oil on canvas; part of the MoMA
Sidney & Harriet Janis Collection

Saturday, January 14, 2017


by Robert Bly
from his collection entitled Morning Poems

I'd like to have spent my life making
Clothespins. Nothing would be harmed,
Except some pines, probably on land
I owned and would replant. I'd see
My work on clotheslines near some lake,
Up north on a day in October, 
Perhaps twelve clothespins, the wood
Still fresh, and a light wind blowing.

Monday, January 9, 2017


Red Barn and Tree Snow by Eyvind Earle

Mountains and plains,
   all are captured by the snow -
     nothing remains.
                                         - Joso