Category: Flag

2023 May Awoogahex


Excrutiating,
waiting for saturated
cold press block to dry

Exasperating
warping then saturated
happy accidents

I claim my idea
Bliss. I’ve three canvases sop
pingwet, teaching my

self blue so I can
teach myself green, awooga
my cataclysmic

pacifier, boop, thumb
in my canary elbow
of weathervane an

kle of cassandra
merkin of fool. Digit
al type while gouache dries

2023 April 24

Last night the first time in seventeen days I typed in digital tablet. I write daily in analog tablet but what I write in analog tablet I never commit to any self-surveillance programs on any of my self-surveillance devices. As long as I burn all fifty years of analog tablets scattered in boxes in my bedroom and basement and work office and carrel five minutes before the bus I didn’t know will hit me hits me my secrets are safe

2023 April Michigan

Driving to Michigan April Fools Day for a week with our daughter and son-in-law. Packed no paint, no canvases, I can’t paint on vacations, no time, no privacy, no urge, no point worrying what to bring, what not, to not paint

If I take no paint and canvases to Michigan and want to paint I can blame me for not taking paint and canvases to Michigan, deem this a failed experiment, pack them for Maine this July, end up pissed at me not painting when I packed paint and canvases for Maine this July

2023 February 6


Strongest proof of god
is that I can’t sing, second
proof I can’t draw shit

I not only can
nap now I need nap or I’m
feebler than new borns

I lose my balance
opening the dishwasher
Still love steep mountains

up but steep mountains
down now no, fucking hurts, knees
yes, eyes more, can’t see

where feet go, will I
kill myself deliberately
or “stumble” to my

death, a soccer team’s
shirt has joint you can bet my
death over/under

2023 January 27

For my sake I need mention I am using three different sized square watercolor blocks, 6×6, 8×8, and 12×12 which I cut to 11.25×11.25 because the scanner I use is 17×11.7. They all appear the same size here. I constantly look through here rather than rifling through the box of abandons when I want to remember a particular square or something new I was working on but got distracted and moved to next, I can remember what media I used and probably remember correctly what size the canvas, but just in case this one 11.25×11.25, the one below 8×8, laugh, starts now, this as far back as I’ll do research on this

2022 November 21

Finished my daily two-dimensional box, time to write
my daily two-dimensional poem
Width my dimension lacking, some would argue depth, I say, Death
to the Either/Or, my gag and epitaph.
I divorced the life of juicing stories and limited my experiential interactions unless
I lie, I’ve tried, I try, I can’t, am a ham liar
Worry stone daily, hollowing, not widening, the thumb niche

2022 November 18

I am the only Jeff I know.
I meet other Jeffs often
through work or Subaru
service managers who
insist their name is Jeffrey,
please don’t confuse me
with them, I’m not a James
who hates Jim or a Charles
who hates Charlie or a Robert
who hates Bob or a Margaret
who hates Peggy or a William
who hates Billy or a Stephen
Steve or Michael Mike
or David Dave or Edward Ted
or Eddie. Please call me Jeff.
I’m the only one I know.

2022 November 15

Should I write about my marriage at some point? Is this
tonight’s poem? It better be. I love her when I’m with her I
love me most when I’m alone. I’ve tried to make that not
true. She is not here with me now while I write this
poem and I will not show her the poem and I’ve never
asked her to read any of my poems. Tomorrow we hike
the Appalachian Trail through blooming mountain laurels