Sister Eye
Sister eye
waits unturned,
listening,
multiplying,
disgorging,
with something
of a hostile glance.
Oil on panel, 12 in x 9 in
Initiation of a Libertine
The sum of its parts
have no strings attached
but is the appoximation of giants
singing in half-patterns
with strangled lips of fire.
Oil on panel, 16 in x 20 in
Bird and Body
Born naked, they are apparitions
of the wild deep,
playthings found in the magic
of the moon,
full of wonderful things.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Thrust
Ambiguous lovers
with blank faces and cold smiles
dance with liombe like blades
in the empty blue.
Oil on masonite, 9 in x 12 in
Favorable Conditions
Here is where
the half-faced man
with scissored legs
hangs upside-down, naturally,
pursued by
a screwnecked nobody
with yellow claws.
And below all that
are things
that keep growing
in favorable conditions.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Helmet
There is a helmet
sprouting spikes,
dreaming in tattoos
of swimming insect ghosts,
standing amidst a patchwork
of splintered glass
as spiral eyes loom.
Oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
The Glimpse
The mask embodies
primitive vibrations of
a dark, unknown fear.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
The Birth of Imagination
The dead will return
to life, promising new forms
and strange adventures.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Melting Dreams
Melting dreams are
torn away to reveal
abnormal nature.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Tournament
Jumping jack,
a shriek!
They dip, revolve,
toss blindfolded,
entangled in
imagination.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
The Hunt
As bare trees sway,
untamed bodies blossom,
breeding unnatural possibilities
under a dead blue sky.
Oil on panel, 20 in x 16 in
Eye of the Storm
Never lie still
even as
the night
beats its drum
against the shadows
of a cold heart.
Oil on panel, 12 in x 9 in
Exit Wounds
They are unbound
in the last darkness.
Not what they were.
Not what they are.
Severed from
the heavens,
they cannot
be saved.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Imaginary Bird
Half-asleep
in the sky,
thinking of
nothing,
an unnatural being,
strange thing
dreaming
of afternoon
paradise.
Oil on panel, 9 in x 12 in
Survival of the Fittest
They are not what
you expect them to be
but instead
conquerors of the night.
Oil on panel, 12 in x 9 in
The Girl With the Trapeze Arms
But are they arms?
But are they legs?
Who knows
but the one-eyed
fish that floats
away,
frighened by
her frozen, dreadful
smile.
Oil on panel, 12 in x 9 in