He was there a few days, just long enough for Sarah and me to grow fond of him, and for him to scare the crap out of Ethel. Now he’s gone. I hope he found a good home.
Corner Cherub
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I had a wonderful birthday, the best parts of which were this card Sarah made for me and spending the day with her.
It’s a Moby day
Down By the River
New photo, new poem
Prayer
I am not a good man.
No need of a god to confess
that one to,
to offer penance—
passion’s ashes and a spent bag of wind—
every god’s treasure:
Another sorry old man
like Himself.
Or so the old ones say.
Not old like me, you understand,
but older-better, wiser, deader:
Eternal life, salvation, all of that.
That’s not what I’m after—what comes after.
I’ve had a glimpse, caught a whiff.
That changes things, the small disaster.
Tenses shift.
Time is altered.
I have not been a good man.
Angels in the National Gallery
Sarah and I vacationed in DC and took advantage of its many socialist pleasures like public transportation and art museums. Since I’m writing about angels, I went hunting in the Renaissance and came back with some interesting images. Check out the colorful wings on this flock:
My favorite, however, has to be this Nativity with the tiny angels just visible in the top of the stable, and an air traffic controller guiding them in:
Writing about angels
More LA
Richmond from Hollywood Cemetery
I love this city.
Today it’s lightning
Photographs of lightning, actually. One of my characters is a photographer. Isn’t this a beauty?
