Tag Archives: postaweek2011

After Tragedy Hits

We only have
these small moments
to try to change
our world.


Never See Things As They Are

Here is another doodle for you guys. There’s no rhyme or reason to it. I just needed to squeeze some practice in before our next Sketch Crawl. It’s really a practice in perspective alteration* and a study in motion.

*No butterflies were harmed in the making of this piece.

If I Have To Miss Yoga For Another Two Hour Meeting…

Something small and vaguely hope-scented will die.

In the meantime, here is some random:

Red Balloons

I was driving home from yoga yesterday and passed by a florist. In the trees behind the shop there was a big batch of red and pink balloons. It looked like the trees ate it, just like that tree that always ate Charlie Brown’s kite.

About a block over, I passed by a house just as another, identical bunch of balloons was floating up into the air. I have no idea what they were attached to or what set them loose. All I know is that it must be a sign.

Valentine’s Day is over.

Time to celebrate:

Welcome to My Insecurity

My writing’s been pretty stunted for a while,
and it’s a difficult thing to work through.
It’s difficult to find the words
to define the disorder
so I can walk towards the cure.
But I found the answer,
like I always do-
in song.

This is Your Captain Speaking

Logo autobus

Attention All Passengers!

There are currently five passengers on the Quirk Bus. Nobody knows where we’re headed, but at least the fare is free. I spilled coffee on the route map, so our blogage schedule will be sporadic to say the least.

Some would argue that sporadic art is the best kind. I won’t argue with that.

So far we’ve collected gamers, musicians, poets, authors and people with entirely too much time on their hands. I would like to remind all passengers to please keep all heads, legs and arms inside the vehicle at all times. Please no smoking or mooning while on board. Our concession stand will be open until midnight.

Yes, I packed a concession stand onto the bus. Hey, I’ve gotta pay for the fuel somehow.