Ghastly Giant

Feral

Love

The Long Hill

Rust

Close Up

VOGUE

Storm Signal

Ants

Travel

Specimen

What

East of West

Killing Frost

1961

Listen

Stop.

Put down the pepper grinder.

Listen. Put your ear 

to the door.

Listen.

Well?

I Wish You Well

One Thousand

Cobra

Before

Lousy Town

'Tis Autumn

Dead Doll Eyes

Dolls positioned 

equidistant in a car

the exact size of Kansas,

a charity case.

Late-afternoon... eventide...

Four dolls positioned in terms of

disengagement,

each staring out its

personal window,

dead doll eyes scanning,

scanning for Japan,

as their car,

the exact size of Kansas,

a charity case,

barrels.

One dolls nods,

its eyes dull:

dead doll eyes.

Night envelopes.

A Mack truck, down the highway approaches,

its headlights eat

the road,

burn the stars...

Bloody Old Sun

Slants

Sundry Sorrows

The Happiest

(I love the scent 

of fresh cut grass.)

I don't know if this will make you

the happiest little girl 

in the whole wide world,

but I hope so.

(I love the scent 

of fresh cut grass.)

The mower is black, mostly, 

with several bright orange

plastic parts.

No engine.

To cut is to hear 

the whir 

of the reel,

and to smell fresh cut grass

in quivering air,

insects rising.

(I love the scent 

of fresh cut grass.)

The crickets' constant

buzz, 

harbinger of autumn,

bitter gathering.

Attic dust as thick and soft 

as a slice of Wonder Bread.

A fly's desiccated carcass lies,

belly up,

on a window sill.

She waves good morning

to the old couple on whose
doorstep

she pissed a puddle last
week. Ignorant, they raise 
palms and smile like 

idiots.

Midnight cabin,

a woman shrieks,

the window illuminated,

blue.

Untie the string, lift the lid.

A whisper of rainfall...

Pedal up the steep hill,

panting,

ready to return. Walking

into kitchen,

radio on,

psycho daisies

running riot.

(I love the scent 

of fresh cut grass.)

We got there, though I don't know how.

The Baffler #20

Here's my latest for MIT's "The Baffler." The topic is working class people on TV. 

Cyan Skull

Orange Skull

Still Life: Box Top

Nightscape

I Found My Job Through the NYT

Here is the illustration I did for an article in the Business section of today's NYT.

Another Green World

Spaceball Ricochet

With my Les Paul I know I'm small, but I enjoy living, anyway. (Marc Bolan)

Composition in CMYK No. 2

Composition in CMYK No. 1

Forward!

Diagonals, Part 3

Diagonals, Part 2

Diagonals, Part 1

Swan Song

The above is a piece for Rethinking Schools magazine.

Love Remains

Composition in 3 Color/Shapes

Dreamscape

Composition in Lime and Black

Two Cityscapes

Cityscape No. 1
Cityscape No. 2

For The Charles Lloyd Quartet.

Occidental College

This is a recent job of mine for Occidental College's alumni magazine.

Pagan Orange, Parts 1-3

Friday the 13th, leaving the Clinton, NY, Hannaford's supermarket, their exit sign (with a very skinny arrow) caught my eye. Other influences? Always something!