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Winter Blooms (2025) An image of a snowy mountain scene in bloom-like fragments in whites an blues.

Winter Blooms (2025)

No Kings!

Abstract image collage in golds and browns almost resembling the continent of Africa

Almost Africa (2025)

Our civilization car is running wild,
Who did you give the wheel to?
The fat man driving us over the edge of the nearest cliff-face,
Is he the same god that I've seen you kneel to?
{From Its Nearly Africa}
- Andy Partridge XTC

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Angel of Mortality (2025) An image of a dark brown and dark-red moth rising from the body of a larger luna moth. A dark angel from the other side of mortality

Angel of Mortality (2025)

The Angry City Inside (2025) An abstract image of a storm swirling around a distant city in purples, blues, golds, and crimson

The Angry City Inside (2025)

After the blooms, only the memories (2025) An image in bright greens and crimson of rose bushes after the blooms have gone, seen through memory where only the rose cherries remain.

After the blooms, only the memories (2025)

Dragon Wind (2025) An image of Chinese dragons caught in a chaos of winds in deep purples and blues... The Dragon found-art is from a photo of a now painted-over mural (artist unknown) on the defunct Saki Bomb restaurant in Worcester MA. History is re-written, culture eats itself, but memories live on. 龙风

Dragon Wind (2025)

The Dragon found-art is from a photo of a now painted-over mural (artist unknown) on the defunct Saki Bomb restaurant in Worcester MA. History is re-written, culture eats itself, but memories live on! 龙风

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Fertile Delta (2025) An impressionistic image of a landscape seen from above of a river and its delta. In blues and greens and gold and orange.

Fertile Delta (2025)

A bright background collage of pink hibiscus flowers with a larger flower exploding in the foreground.

Pink Riot (2025)

{Greek Chorus}

Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who's to blame when they get poorly planned?

Who's to blame when situations degenerate?
Disgusting things you'd never anticipate?

Garden Tour (2025) Abstract collage of flower petals in purples, yellows, and burnt orange.

Garden Tour (2025)

An image of LIghthouse Point in Metis sur Mer Quebecs on a sunny day where the water reflects a submerged city. Submerged City That city will be no more, no halos of spring mornings when green hills tremble in the midst and rise like barrage balloons— and May won’t cross its streets with shrieking birds and summer’s promises. No breathless spells, no chilly ecstasies of spring water. Church towers rest on the ocean’s floor, and flawless views of leafy avenues fix no one’s eyes. And still we live on calmly, humbly—from suitcases, in waiting rooms, on airplanes, trains, and still, stubbornly, blindly, we seek the image, the final form of things between inexplicable fits of mute despair— as if vaguely remembering something that cannot be recalled, as if that submerged city were traveling with us, always asking questions, and always unhappy with our answers— exacting, and perfect in its way. - Adam Zagajewski Translation from Polish - Clare Cavanagh

Le Village Submergé (2025)

Tilt-A-Whirl (2025) A surreal image of a Tilt-A-Whirl carnival ride where the ride is caught up in a vortex of twirl. Summer's Almost Gone The squirrels are spreading the rumor: no more monkey business. The Dow Jones hops up, then down, then back up, trying for attention, up against dog days. The Capitol dome rattles like a witch doctor's gourd. “More Republicans,” warn the talking drums. The networks labor underground to stockpile T, A, and blood capsules for Sweeps Week, when all hell won’t be enough to save some. Pedestrians slip into light coats of pollen and mold spores. The Enquirer reports the sighting of Satan's image over Chicago during the heat emergency. His words were, “For the hottest deals in town, see Sal at Mutto's Chevrolet on East Wacker.” The old elms shrug: “You think this is hot: we could tell you about hot.” Walmart and Kmart burgeon into crooked towers of back-to-school candy. They're heaven-bound, via the moon. Greeters offer themselves to the lowest common denominator. There's a Blue- Light on moon caps. Representatives from Tire City have announced they intend a hostile takeover and cleansing of their former territory, now known as Carpet City. Furniture City will not intervene. The NFL’s negotiating for rights to the Baptist Church. The carnies have packed up the Tilt-A-Whirl and Ferris wheel, leaving us up to our ass in free parking. Everyone under 30 dreams of shoplifting some Air Jordans for school. Everyone over 30 dreams of going to prison for shoplifting. The hypochondriacs wake up noticing little dark spots in front of their eyes, think they could be in the middle of something serious. “Winterize now,” say the prime-time commercials. “Spend, spend, spend!” cry the cicadas and katydids over the scorched, moonlit lawns. - William Trowbridge

Tilt-A-Whirl (2025)

Bricolage (2025) An image of a brick assemblage where the brick contain little vignettes of scenes. Bricolage as well as a play on the word "brick"

Bricolage (2025)

Locust Queen (2025)

Drunk on August Wine (2025) An abundance of hydrangeas at the peak of their summer blossoms in bright crimson. In Late August In a culvert by the airport under crumbling slag wine colored water seeps to this pool the two does drink from: each sipping as the other keeps look out. The skyline is a blur of  barcode and microchip. Even at home we hold the narrowest purchase. No arcs of tracer fire. No caravans of fleeing families. Only this suspicion ripples through our circles of lamp glow (as you sweep the faint sweat from your forehead and flip another page in your novel) this sense that all we own is the invisible web of our words and touches silence and fabulation all make believe and real as the two does out scavenging through rose hips and shattered drywall: their presence in the space around them liveliest just before they vanish. - Peter Campion

Drunk on August Wine (2025)

Undertow #2 A seascape image of a beach where the tides have become a churning undertow. The second image in a series Undertow People looking at the sea, makes them feel less terrible about themselves, the sea's behaving abominably, seems never satisfied, what it throws away it dashes down then wants back, yanks back. Comparatively, thinks one vice president, what are my frauds but nudged along misunderstandings already there? I can't believe I ever worried about my betrayals, thinks the analyst benefitting facially from the sea's raged-up mist. Obviously I'm not the only one suffering an identity crisis knows the boy who wants to be a lawyer no more. Nothing can stay long, cogitates the dog, so maybe a life of fetch is not a wasted life. And the sea heaves and cleaves and seethes, shoots snot out, goes to bed only to wake shouting in the mansion of the night, pacing, pacing, making tea then spilling it, sudden outloud laughter snort, Oh what the heck, I probably drove myself crazy, thinks the sea, kissing all those strangers, forgiving them no matter what, liars in confession, vomitters of plastics and fossil fuels but what a stricken elixir I've become even to my becalmed depths, while through its head swim a million fishes seemingly made of light eating each other. - Dean Young

Undertow #2 (2025)

Labyrinth (2025) A view of an ancient city enclosed within a labyrinth. Miracle Cure Driving the green tunnel through this vast wilderness of need where Jesus answers unasked questions on cornfield billboards. Turn that heartbeat down. I’m trying to think of a number between never and now as fleets of trucks pass me. Back at the motel the resistance are sleeping late. In the shadows of a great tent awaiting new orders. No news from the front besides unlucky bugs on the windshield. Blinded in a moment of final surprise. The lightning unexpected bathing their late summer night with confusion and fear. And like them I’ve stopped looking for a cure for this labyrinth of wonder and suffering. Driven by the random brownian flow of the road.

Labyrinth (2025)

A surreal image of a stand of redbud superimposed on a very red sunset.

Redbuds Sunset (2025)

A surreal merging of a traditional Japanese style house and a reflection of the forested land around it.

Cultural Exchange (2025)

A surreal image of a multi-leveled cornfield emerging from the clouds as a shadowy figure offers their blessing.

Blessing the Harvest (2025)

A recent car trip from New England to the Midwest was a blur of trucks and cornfields. It's hard to fathom but impossible to ignore so much farmland devoted to corn. Along with a spray of billboards embedded in the corn fields exhorting a Christian harvest. Hi-Fructose.

If you also are on IG Elizabeth, Quilt National has a more extensive display of this year’s show.

A selection of fine fabric art from the Quilt National 2025 show at The Dairy Barn gallery in Athens, Ohio. Just a tiny bit of this year's amazing work!
1. SURVIVORS GUILT - Sandy Curran
2. New Penelope - Genevieve Attinger
3. The King Family - Sue Sherman
4. Cellular Entanglement - Mattea Jurin

An Image of a waterfall grotto in a forested place in greens and brown with an inner center of bright aqua blue. A lovely restful spot in Anderson Japanese Gardens, Rockford IL REFUGE Even as you climb the tenement stairs, you are picturing the disturbances in the dust behind every door, the variations of lust and despair in kitchens too small to actually cook in. Some dog barks bitterly and stops. A cry, some useless interjection, comes from a blank place in the wall. Outside, the day goes brilliantly and obliviously on, like a neighborhood genius who simply won't shut up. Here, in the dim disturbance of your passage—a visitor showing his new lover where he once lived—you are already finding the obscurity you fled. It's still here, and it's no different from what you keep around the house where you live now. Only there, from the doorway from which wafts the stinks of rancid blood and acid burns, does the gleam of an anonymous eye hint of another, vaster, and more deeply corresponding affair, some colloquy you have just missed but should have been here for, that would have cleared your name - Charlie Smith

Refuge (2025)

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A colorful image in bright greens and browns of a fossil of the branching vascular bundles of leaves pressed into the rock.

Dendritic Fossil (2025)

A colorful and dreamy picture of a flowerbed of pansies where their blossoms resemble a group of faces.

Pareidolia (2025)

A Colorful piece of fabric art by Sarah Spencer in teal, gold, purple, red, and aqua of the artist giving her thoughts about what is happening here in the US politically and socially. So much opportunity to rebalance the political conversation being squandered in a blaze of ego-driven revenge drama, inhumanity, and crackpot pseudo-science. Good luck to us and the rest of the world in pulling out of this whirlpool of hate and cynicism...

Current Mood...

I recently attending the Quilt National show in Athens Ohio with my long-time pals John McVicker @mcvickerjohn and his talented poet wife Wendy. Amazing fabric art! This piece by Sarah Spencer @iothealien sums up for me what is happening in the US politically and socially.

Billy Pepper & The Pepperpots Explore the discography of Billy Pepper & The Pepperpots. Shop for vinyl, CDs, and more from Billy Pepper & The Pepperpots on Discogs.

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An image of a Panzer tank on a field ov orage where the tank is firing a large yellow pansy rather than bullets and the tank's desert tan body has been repainted with tightly flower-patterned pansy flowers in shades of pink. Melt the guns, And never more to fire them. Melt the guns, And never more desire them.

PANZY! (2025)

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An image of deep layers of variegated hosta leaves in greens and pinks coming to me in waves in my dreams.

Dream Hostas (2025)

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