Rainy days

And empty sidewalks,



Like glass,



Keep it open till it drizzles out.

Going smaller

The size of a post-it!

Mapping my short comings

Tuesday technical

Origami Spiky Cub-octahedron

Doodle Monday

Fish head rocket

There are rocketships docked at
Octoberfest plots where
moms run around all day in only cloths.
They sink,
but the great divers float for
a magnificent distance before the gambler is repaid
and the footsteps symbolically fade.
big ol' st. james stares at
the fish before he catches one for dinner,
because he likes to know his food
[otherwise it is rude].
then they all get together and tango under the spanish skies,
because earth is okay
after all
of the multicrunktional funk
blows by.

By C. Darling

correspondence between a blink and a tear

I know serving scotch to Socrates is like
baking a bruschetta for Bigfoot, but dreams
like gargoyles looming,
above great stones.
Stack stoners like bongos packed in music shops.
Let he who is without smiles
trip over styrofoam strips
with loose lips.
Thank the doorman
for manning up
and getting down on the disco dance.
Quit the hobbit and sip a growler
at a 90• angle.
Straight up,
sup!
So trouble,
no trouble will it,
it will lay down and die.