leaning engineer

June 30, 2013 § Leave a comment


proof clip

proof clip

book holder for display

book holder for display

another book display idea

another book display idea


what color is music?

June 21, 2013 § Leave a comment

or, rags tell
only part of the story


June 13, 2013 § 2 Comments



and it was just the red I wanted.

And fifty poems later I have figured out a sense of home, an adjective among other things and adverb the way house is not, but
no verb the way house is, one a trope the other, in a word, trappings

and now I’m stalling

the last house’s poem(s) to write, already daunted by the editing I’m like the kildeer,
devising the next book (of poetry, straight up, ha! already have the title, maybe, and the poems in a pile in front of me, but it is good & ok to have side projects on the ready while you are stalled on another…not that it gets you off, me off the finishing hook…)
stalled because I’m not sure how I want to put together the several projects which will have been spawned in search of home. Stalled because I am daunted by the editing and haven’t found my editor’s stance yet. Not true, stalled and daunted by the editing because I haven’t taken the time to sit. Still.

Anyway it was just the red I wanted, and today I go in search of gray with just a silvery hint of rose.

What are you doing she had asked in return
Playing with color and form, I’d said, so maybe I’m not stalled at all, I’m preparing learning practicing discovering some of what I will need to know for the constructing and crafting for the creating of that book which so far has no form.

Maybe I’m not stalled at all, maybe it’s on the way, maybe I’m on its way.


June 11, 2013 § 3 Comments

or bound and determined, so at The Open House all of us gathered to enjoy the fruits of each others labors and to share the jillfoolery with the community we of course talk about our ways&whys and the pitfalls (it seems, more than the successes)

anyway I’m not alone in taking a project to the brink,
and balking

so, what I didn’t get to say the other day but comes to me in flash as I begin another project wondering how it will fit together in the end, which sometimes you, and I, need to know in the beginning is:

Binding the book, (by which I mean finishing it) is like cleaning up the house after the party. Yup, that’s exactly what it’s like.

It’s a bit of a sloppy metaphor because binding is what gets the party started, but that said, fact is, that’s my story and I’m bound to it.


June 7, 2013 § 2 Comments

…thinking it’s important to know, and capitalize on ones process



home a thon 49

June 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

30th & Irving

gets a bad rap it was
a perfectly good house
light air space wood floors good
still close enough to school & cross town from work
sturdy few demands
all the amenities and

trouble was it wasn’t
the house on 7th
and it wasn’t ours

so all of a sudden we were looking

for a house we could would
buy (talk about


tid bits

June 3, 2013 § Leave a comment


This composition intended to parse (which it did) what I’ve come up with about ‘home’ in the last 48 poems, was composed at the case–as we say–a composing tempo all its own, a medium all its own one Garamond 12 pt, (with swashes, they are seductively beautiful and the temptation is to use too many) letter at a time, I stopped when I was out of sorts, (‘p’ the limiting factor) though maybe for the moment I’d said all I had to, but the purpose of this composition, (macbookpro, typeface defaulted by wordpress at the kitchen table) is twofold

* I had a color in mind, a gray blue which was not gray or blue and I nailed it (without much ado) which brings to bear bare an interesting if obvious bit of wisdom counter to my usual m.o.:

you can’t get the color if you don’t know what it is,

ever more ironic (another of my aesthetic proclivities) given the other tidbit of the day, an (one of those driving down the road by yourself tra la la ing along) insight incite which was

* * my genius is accidental (!)


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