Vena Cava

in my vena cava
the surgeon found nanoscopic
relics of Portland

a tiny Victorian house
surrounded by roses

two rotting piers
encrusted in barnacles

and a rusted English Raleigh
bicycle circa 1940

in my atman
the nun found closets
filled with black vintage dresses

a wandering band of
Tuvan throat singers

an athenaeum of
illegible journals

and a wildflower meadow
humming with bumblebees

in my corpus
the oneironaut found the
ocean shore in summer

tinkled by
the bobbing music of masts

embroidered by seaweed
printed by paws

awash with the blue air
of distant tides

soon everything will change —
soft things collapse and die

soon only everything hard will remain
and skeletons emerge from frost

Willard Tidal Pool 4.28.19

The 2019 Sketchbook Challenge

Last Christmas I received a beautiful Bindewerk journal/sketchbook, handmade in Germany. The 2019 goal/challenge is to fill it up by this December. It’s about 150 pages but luckily it’s April and I’m about halfway through. This personal challenge has motivated me to draw more frequently.

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Here’s a peek inside:

 

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Meadow2.10.8.18 Sketchbook1.2.17.19
Sketchbook2.2.17.19 Sketchbook3.2.27.19

 

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