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Category Archives: Self Portrait
The Fourth Wall
I’m allergic to all the moral corruption that has rained down upon me last few years (sneezes) and Ive become misanthropic. I used to hike in high north Jersey trails and now I drive past them. I used to ride … Continue reading
Posted in Krystina, seasons, Self Portrait, the beginning
19,973 Comments
Of graphics and junkyards
In many ways on the internet the blog has seemed separate from the Family Web site but maybe this will (reluctantly) connect the two. So this is the The Family Web Site. I say reluctantly because in many ways I … Continue reading
Posted in New Jersey, Self Portrait
Tagged AI, George C. Hartman, graphics, Mighty Ten, themightyten
7 Comments
stories from Poland
this faraway land just a mysterious dream when I’m awake wet cobblestones in Kraków old village heritage so fresh and green a pile of freshly dug potatoes your mothers swaying flowers your fathers radiant Winter fires Come up and kiss … Continue reading
things i will never regret:
Almost dying from osteomyelitis at 2 years old. Starting to drink at an early age. Joining a colorful musical cult. Failing some most math subjects at school. Hating my mother. Almost being abandoned in California by my mother. Doing LSD. … Continue reading
low tide
A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is … Continue reading
Posted in Gratitude, seasons, Self Portrait, Tall Tales, the beginning
Tagged Art, death, low tide, poetry
1,618 Comments
Cousin Dennis
Posted in cousins, Gratitude, Jones, Self Portrait, the beginning
Tagged Addiction, Dennis Jones, recovery
14 Comments
Heart of Darkness II
Fevor In twenty-four hours I had been sick and sicker then I have ever been in a long time. The aches, pains and sweating were the easy part compared to the feverish nightmares. It all began with a powerful sneeze … Continue reading
Posted in friends, Gratitude, Mom Dad, Self Portrait, Tall Tales, the beginning
Tagged Dreams
10 Comments
Diary of a Sex Addict (a play)
The Final Scene A classic red velvet curtain opens to an empty wooden stage. Butch walks out from behind the back curtain, struggling a bit with finding an opening and then almost tripping. He walks to center stage and stops … Continue reading
Home Movies
On the plane back from Las Vegas Nevada my prized possession was a dvd that Jaybird had burned for me. Several attempts at viewing proved futile and finally a visit to a “dvd specialist” gave me the bad news. The … Continue reading
“My life is holding the universe together.”
Dearest Icky-Poo-Yum-Yum, My thoughts while searching for a vector ice cream cone on “images” in Google: is art an anti-depressant? If my laptop dies, I can always learn how to paint on canvas. Do you, as a man, know the … Continue reading
Posted in Self Portrait, the beginning
Tagged Art, GCH, Icky Poo Yum Yum, Justin Tuck, NYG, poetry
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