be about it

My poem “like a” has been published in Be About It issue 10 . It’s the second time I’ve published with these fine people in San Fransisco. I’m lucky to be included with a bunch of other amazing artists, writers, and talents. Pick up a copy for just 3$

Updated release list .

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Ladies of Letterpress video

Here’s a video i shot at last weeks Ladies of Letterpress conference for Periscope now uploaded to my Youtube.

You can find me both places @luckycreature

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Mt Pleasant

mt pleasant, ia

Machines, threshers, and people,
Mighty historic wings in a flat land for grazing,
More places to get your hair did then population,
more places for competition.
Trucks are bigger than manhood,
Stranger danger pervades the streets,
And yet…
A simple decency exists.
Machines, threshers and people.
Mighty lion paws in an abundance of pizza joints
Less places to get your health did then needed,
Less places for the traveling wanderer,
Cars are one per person.
Cause everyone has to go somewhere with nowhere to go.
And yet…..
Life.

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Indiana, Illinois, Iowa

Indiana, Illinois, Iowa

If I could name you over,
If I could build a castle in the vacancy,
If I could find you on main st,
If I could buy a kernel of truth,
if I could store the winter,
If I could sell your views,
If I could consider you home,
If I could name the clouds,
If I could believe in champions,
If I could, i would.

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travel poem: Asheville to Indianapolis

Petrol and pavement,
Dulcimers and dumplings,
The waitress lives by the train tracks
in Midway, Ky where rests the lonely jockey.
Double scoop of Ale 8 good sir with a tinge of ginger and bluegrass lovin’
I’m a mile tiger, while my son tames lions.
We race on.
We race on.

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Rufio!

Really enjoyed hearing Dante Basco speak today at Geekout. Going to pay more attention to his career going forward. Came home and brought out the paintbrush for the first time in quite a while and made a creature rendition of Rufio from Hook.
rufio

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Coalesce

Only covered in a shroud to hide from the past.
Moments are like scars in the winter snow,
black asphalt peeking up towards the melting sun.
Like the lines on your back, tracing towards the lip of tommorow.
Scattered, massive prisons of hope.
Only wearing this shroud to prevent detective work.
What can you tell from just the daggers eyes?
Killing in the casino, killing in the pharmacy,
Lady luck is a water sprite, amused in despair.
Love settles on the eastern wind,
as the sidewalks cracks, once whole becomes broken,
and the old man crumbles, his hands weathered, worn.
Only thing left under the shroud is a dream once promised.

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New Postcards

madmax
So I loved Fury Road. Loved it more than I should any movie made today. It made me feel like a kid again. A kid whose eyeballs fall out from whats on the screen. Well I made some new letterpress postcards today, one from Fury Road and one from Beyond Thunderdome. You can get them at my etsy if you’d like right here ETSY PRINTS

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