I Want to Believe

I love this! Just in time for Halloween.

A bigfoot photo from PA. A bear with mange some say. It gives me the willies.

Mulder?

Mulder are you there?

One Must Have a Mind of Halloween

Meet Farley ... our first ever pumpkin man thing. Engineered from the finest broom stick and local pumpkinry. He's right up front where he'll greet trick or treaters tomorrow night.

Alice Oswald - New & Selected

Wow, great news for Alice Oswald fans. Graywolf Press recently put out her New and Selected.

I just ordered myself a copy from ABE. Ahhh.

I Got a Big One

Back to work after a week off. Spent most of it up in Grand Rapids, Michigan visiting old friends, old haunts - meaning pizza places, book stores and hot dog joints. Went fishing with my son's Bear cub den on Saturday and had a bite or two.

Who Do You Look Like?

Numerous people have told me (in the orange shirt) I look like Lenin.
Who have you been told you look like?

The Smell That Ate the Puppy - a Cry for Help!

Almost sounds like a bad movie title - in reality its a bad night title. Last night while out for his walk cute little Otty did a nose dive into a steamy moist pile of dead animal. Who knows what it was. The smell is bigger, much bigger than he his and sickening to say the least. He has had two baths now, one concentrated around his muzzle and the smell LINGERS. I have a skunk funk recipe from the vet but would love to hear more suggestions and quickly if possible, on how to slay the stench.

What did I do?! Why is everyone sinking me!

Bag Pipes in the Green Beans

My wife Chandar reported that today at the local grocery store, in celebration of Foods of England month (never heard of that one)she followed in a band of Bagpipers who marched to the produce section, took up position, and piped. Not a bad image.

Jane-ku

I really love the revision process, re-versioning, etc. So I was drawn to this interview excerpt from Jane Reichhold on one of her haiku ...

Then, one day while throwing a pot on a kick wheel outdoors under a huge pine tree, I had a deep shock. Just as I was pressing my thumbs into the spinning ball of wet, slippery clay, as the walls were just beginning to rise up by pressing against my palms, a mockingbird gave a long, clear whistle. In that second, the ball of clay moved into being a walled vessel. I recognized that I was capable of experiencing one of these profound moments these Japanese masters had evidently felt, and now all I had to do was to put that moment into a haiku. I am still doing it and still not happy with any of my many, many versions. Just last week, during a sleepless night, I was working with the latest version: -

spinning clay
the mocking bird whistles
up a pot

or

spinning clay
the mocking bird whistles up
sides of a bowl

or

centered
the mocking bird whistles up
a clay bowl

Gone Again - Doody Calls

I am going down to Columbus (this makes it week 2)to produce some videos and will not be able to Blog. I would like to leave you all with a little food for thought:

Bon Apetit!

Meep Meep - Hereford Park Relay Team

Race results are in. Click here. Scroll down to 58. Besides the satisfaction of not stopping to walk at any point, despite having $#!@@! shin splints from almost the very beginning, I also got a goody bag with balms and creams and a bag of Wheathins. It doesn't get any better than that.