Sylvia Plath get out of my heart

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."
Sylvia Plath


poor mister crow

I went out for a run around 11 last night, apparently showing a characteristic disregard for self-preservation, and spotted this gorgeous guy on a lawn, a block from my house. An entire, intact crow carcass, couldn't have been dead more than a day.
It looks like he (she?) died from a head wound; it's the only source of trauma I can see. I didn't have gloves when I went to collect him though (more disregard for self-preservation?) so I haven't handled him thoroughly, he could be wounded beneath his wings or something. But I'm only interested in the skeleton, especially the skull (!!). Gonna bury him for a few months in a decay cage, dig him back up before the ground freezes. If that's not enough time I'll have to wait for the spring thaw.

As far as I can tell it's not illegal for me to possess him, luckily, since crows seem to be one of the only birds not protected by the Migratory Birds Convention Act nor by federal/provincial legislation. He'll be good company for my chicken bones.


sleep naked

 Sleep Naked, 2010
graphic marker

Cross-hatching, markers, kittens wearing cones. Used to be half of a diptych, but all the good stuff is in this panel so fuck that.


50 poems, no. 12

(will you teach a
wretch to live
straighter than a needle)

                   (ask and
                    and ask
again and)ask a 
brittle little
person fiddling

(did you kiss
a girl with nipples
like pink thimbles)

                   (ask and
                   and ask
ago and)ask a
in the snow

- e e cummings

nineties babies go camping


Taters McBeastly

Taters McBeastly, 2011
old teddies, yarn, ribbon, wood
person sized

My pride and joy. He's big enough to come around with me piggyback, and takes up half my bed when we sleep. He is friendly and doesn't eat my cats.
I think he's my soulmate.

Photo via some dude who went to our vernissage. Did a better job at documenting than I, so, sweet deal.

Joni Mitchell, Carnegie Hall, 1972

Ultimate crys forever, just gonna leave this here.


chicken bones

I've been collecting chicken bones; picking the carcass and boiling the skeleton. 
No idea what I'll do with em.

secret beach

Cameraphone photos from my secret beach, camping.
July 2011