Moleskine Madness...Holiday Edition!

Happy Holidays!

Wishing everyone the wisdom to always follow your star!

Moleskine Madness...Dogs Unleashed!

It had been a simple time for her.

She had found someone new but, it wasn't the same.

The passion couldn't erupt into the fire she had only last year at this time.

Now, that was gone. Forever.

Only the stars remained the same in their bright fury.

Have a thrilling third Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Flying Fromage!

The cheesy coloring book that I'm working on.

Flying Fromage!

Have a fromage Friday! 

Phone Doodles...Cleopatra's Eyes and the Ultrasound!

Doodling while talking on the phone.

Wait! There's more!

Some illustration work and then it will be time to get to the Thanksgiving preparations.

Have a great Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Dog Waffles!

As he lay in the bed the whistle of the train blew hauntingly in the distance.

He had always lived by the train tracks and the old house was no exception.

When he was young the sound of the whistle would give him chills of excitement. There were places to go and explore, people on the move, and new consumables arriving continuously.

Now as he had grown older, the sound wasn't as evocative.

It became sad and more distant.

There were bodies on the train.

Dead bodies and lost souls.

And that was only the beginning.

Have a furry Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Forever Undead!

She was not pleased with the outcome of the meeting.

The coffee was cold and her manager was fat and bald.

It made her want to quit.

She couldn't do it though.

Her dog needed her and she loved her dog.

Have a theriffic Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Moldy Bites!

The conveyor belt moved in front of him.

He laughed.

Was this a metaphor of his existence?

Moving along at a slow steady pace.

The large cans of stewed tomatoes rode past him.

He needed a smoke.

It had to be break time.

It just had to be.

Have a meaningful Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Un Chien!

 

It was dark in the old shed.

That's where she was now.

Since Grandma came to stay; she was not allowed in the house.

She still had food, water, and a place to sleep.

The family was gone now.

The warmth.

Just the cold dark.

For now.

Have a thicker Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Fruit Cup!

He looked around and knew that he was lost.

The world had changed around him.

It had bright and noble goals but, a lack of gold.

The sheen of the life would never be what it intended.

If she had only been kind.

His death would have been different.

Have a weebly Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Told Match!

Time kept flowing through the empty corridors of her heart.

She missed him but, would not say.

He knew this and would not say.

They were both together.

Yet, still always and forever apart.

Have a sullen Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...Stellar News!

The Samurai wizard played with essence of the universe.

Giving the spirit of the wish a form that was divine and natural.

When the old and dark called.

It did not obey.

The wish was its own self.

Have a wandering Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Essence of Newt!

The noon day sun gave the rabbit the sweats.

The cactus loomed and swayed with her every jump.

The smell of sage and salt made her hunger.

Then the dust appeared.

It took her to a place that was cool and down.

She slept.

Have a ticklish Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Jupiter's Moons!

The gods cried when she left.

Her beauty was sullen and mysterious.

The eyes that held power over men, and women.

The grace and subtle movement of her smooth and lithe body.

There was no one else like her on Earth.

Anymore.

Have a masterful Monday

Foto Phunday...Dead Duck!

Whoa!

What's this?

I'm being very careful.

It might bite.

Looks like it's dead.

Yup, it's not breathing.

Poor little thing.

Have a saintly Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...Dead Heat!

It was a small thing to do.

But, it meant something that was indefinable to her.

She kept it near her heart.

And refused to let go.

It was a big thing to her.

Have a furious Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Open Line!

The phone rang two times.

That used to be their signal.

Something was hot and ready to pop.

Where it would happen was a mystery.

He would wait.

The phone would ring again.

Have a wild Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Foul Heather!

Absent when the edge met the swords end.

She gave the balladeer the heave and sway.

Gathered the ochre utensils that had strewn upon the fresh grave.

Seek the seven senses of the sisters in dance.

And give them no respite of allowance in the fire.

Have a toasty Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Chained Smoke!

 

He took the chair that she had been sitting in.

It was warm.

She was warm and friendly and looked good naked.

He looked around and wondered where she had gone.

The lecture was almost over and he needed a ride home.

And a large glass of beer.

They always stopped at the bar after the class.

It was their way to unwind.

To blow some smoke and let the steam rise.

Have a munificent Monday!

Foto Phunday...Tears and Hearts!

Yes.

The onions await.

The sauce will be made.

Like my onions.

I know you do.

Yes.

Have a spaghetti Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...Usual Bites!

Beyond the gate; she had waited.

She waited hours and then left.

Her love did not arrive.

And would never call.

She went back to her husband.

And lived her life.

Looking at the gate.

And the passion it had held.

Beyond.

Have a fair and true Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Bold Dog!

She stepped outside for a quick break.

The stars were out and she took a sip from her diet soda.

"This is a joke." She whispered to herself.

It was apparent that she was the only one there.

The parking lot was empty.

She was the only one still working in the building.

She looked up at the stars and she knew that she wasn't alone.

A fog horn sounded. 

She pitched her empty soda bottle across the parking lot.

Then turned and went back inside the building.

To finish.

Have a thinking Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Fancy Feet!

She had never danced until she looked into his eyes.

The lightning shook like red cat tails on a poke tied window streak.

No one in history had felt like this.

And nobody would ever again feel like this.

She was gone.

Left turn where the surf had met the sand.

Have a watered Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Frontier Pants!

It had been a very long time since he had seen her.

He didn't even know if he would recognize her anymore.

She was like a dream in his mind.

Did that really happen?

He wasn't sure now.

He wondered what she would say.

Probably nothing that he would be interested in.

Have a toddling Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Defective Fish!

Fashion was her only excuse.

It danced in her head with perceptual spots.

When she talked it was what no one wanted to hear.

And yet, they couldn't stop listening.

She always knew her part.

Through the dusk and into the cloudy sky.

Have a meteoric Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Immortal Coal!

When the heart is broken and pitched. 

The center opens and gives time to the newborn. 

Then settles upon itself in a regimented fury. 

Seeking the solace that may never come. 

Bound to the tradition of ancient sculptures; it peers not into the future but, into the glass.

Foto Phunday...Fresh Paint!

The painting is on the easel.

It feels like a good start and I'm eager to get back to it.

I just wanted to give everyone a clue that the Stuff From the Webmonkee may be leaving its home at Oddbird Arts. Though I'm kind of on the fence about it. I'm very fond of being the Webmonkee!

As the business is growing, the Chickpeas! strip is expanding, there are some new animated shorts that will be there, and new children's books to take up that space. So, I had the feeling that site should be exclusively for that.

Please bookmark the page if you enjoy it!

I will continue to add a new drawing or photo everyday and make my usual poetry. 

I'm not really sure if it's a combination of Emily Dickinson meets Bukowski or a Dorothy Parker meets James Thurber but, it does sometimes produce an unusual offspring.

Please visit the new Oddbird Arts blog and get a view of the new work that we are doing!

I'm especially enjoying the adventure and the opportunity to create something new!

Join me there too!

Have a safe Saturday!

Moleskine Madness...Cravings Undead!

There was a silent ocean of emotion that had separated them,

Kept them apart.

And yet as they were separate; they were whole.

When they were together; they were more than what is; what was 

and could be.

 This produced painful joy.

It was the perception of the soul.

The merging of the heart.

It wasn't death. It wasn't life.

It was immortal.

There was a name for it; that went unspoken between them.

Have a fun Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Wine and Ink!

She knew now what she had lost.

She had driven him away.

The constant staring. The incessant teasing.

That was her way.

She pretended to be the sexy starlet.

In her mind she was the manipulator.

He knew the reality.

Of what she was.

Have a thick and thin Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Star Crossed!

He had decided that was the way it was going to be.

From now on.

Never again.

He was alone now. 

Forever.

From now on.

Only sorrow and joyless living.

Then to work.

'Til death do he part.

He was alone.

It had been his decision.

His alone.

Have a weekly Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...True Snit!

It had perched itself on the edge of the sink.

It popped up and down and looked at him with the old red eye.

There was nothing he could do except watch the dance.

How did it get in the house?

Why was it eating the stale popcorn off of the kitchen counter?

It just looked too angry to deal with right now.

He decided to make a sandwich and wait it out in the other room.

It continued to scream and cough.

Have a talkative Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Rolled Mice!

He filled out section two and turned the page.

It was a diagram. Underneath was a few questions that he scanned.

Nothing to difficult.

It was a matter of taking the time and being detailed.

He clicked his pencil and started.

He looked at the clock. Seconds of his life.

Ticking past. Lost. They could never be returned.

Then he had a fleeting thought.

Why had he watched all those hours of television?

Then he realized.

It was nothing to difficult

It was a matter of taking the time and being detailed.

Have a minute Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Seven and Five!

The window was open and a soft cool breeze fluttered into the room.

She turned in the bed and he was gone.

He had left. She looked at the clock.

It was three. Three in the morning.

And he was gone.

She was disappointed and upset.

He usually stayed until five when the baby woke up.

She liked it when he looked in on her and the baby.

It gave her the feeling of being complete.

That wouldn't happen this morning.

Have a sneaky Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...U Little Imp!

It was possibly the smallest visitor that he ever had in the house.

Barely three feet and three inches tall in its stocking feet.

But, it never wore stockings. Or clothes of any sort.

Nothing but those peculiar horned rim glasses.

That made it look professorial and partially like a beatnik 

that had awoke on the floor in some bohemian flat.

Also it only spoke in riddles. 

Confusing rhymes that were like a religious chant.

Most importantly and unpredictably, he had accepted it.

This bizarre houseguest, as a friend.

Have a salty Saturday!

Moleskine Madness....Big Times!

He looked at the sardines on his plate.

They had been swimming happily out in the blue green deep tides.

Only hours before.

Now they were on his plate.

Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.

And he would eat them.

He looked around at the other patrons in the cafe.

Would he eat them?

Or would they eat him?

He took a sip of his wine.

Perhaps if he lived to a ripe old age; the grapevine would eventually feed on him.

Just protein and minerals. A dead carcass.

Have a fearless Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Boiled Prunes!

If she ever changed her mind.

He would take her back.

If she ever changed her mind.

She knew it and her mind was closed and locked.

Even the memories were fading as she moved through her life.

Thinking of the fat happy grandchildren in her future.

But, he knew that when the time came; the end of her time came.

As her fat happy grandchildren kissed her goodbye.

One day in her future, her last thoughts would be of him.

And the regret that she never changed her mind.

And that he would have taken her back.

And forward.

Have a thought-provoking Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Plein Air!

The images were only representational illusions of things that had past.

Widows, orphans, and dogs that were lost. 

Unfounded. Unbounded. Unpounded.

Only the image remained.

And that would be gone too. One day. Some day.

Where did they live?

What did they eat?

Whom did they love?

Winds and train whistles blow sweet somber serenity into the lonely night.

Have a witty Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Intrepid Wishes!

Why did he always stop and talk to her?

She replied in monotone sentences that reeked of disdain and slight disgust.

At lunch she often thought of dismembering him piece by piece while she ate her roast chicken.

She did enjoy the roast chicken. And the chocolate cake.

Or was that the Tiramisu?

She was often confused by bakery goods.

He said something and laughed. Then walked out of her cubicle.

She thought again of the chocolate cake and smiled.

Have a trendy Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Weekly Dues!

It was only a brief touch or gaze into the eyes but, it gave him the quick intuitive realization he needed.

She didn't even know what had happened.

He knew that they never would admit that the scan took place.

If they did, someone would only call them crazy and no one wanted that.

Everything was perfectly logical in this century.

Perfectly logical and explainable by science.

He knew that this was not entirely true and used it to his advantage.

Have a magical and mysterious Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Fond Quips!

If something was offered and never taken, did the infinite equation alter in curves?

Did the curves take forms of angels that sent the waves of emotion to ends of burnt flesh?

Smells of effervescent odes were clues to the rads tome in crime.

Moving the garden gates in olden bright canes.

It was never the time to walk the narrow with crates of cheese.

And offerings were forever narrow with chase.

Have a slight Sunday!

Moleskine Madness...Moon Rocks!

Sudden joy arrived in the box that was left at the back door.

It was what they had always been waiting for and it stank with middle class opulence.

The cream of what had been was a new thing in the hands of the house and ware.

Would it make them better in the sight of the wise old owl that purred in the shack by the gate?

They never considered the answer.

The box was in their house and it would never leave as long as they consumed the gravy.

 The fear was gone and he rocks would sing in long and straight nights.

Have a satirical Saturday!

Moleskine Madness...Earthly Calm!

The fish were fresh and the phone rang in an unreconciled notion.

She answered and it was him.

She wanted to talk to him but, had resisted for reasons that were strained and pulled.

He asked her to meet him. Why was it always coffee?

Like it was some secret code for this thing that haunted her.

This thing that reached into her heart with passionate fate

The thing of hot red jello chili sauce that became her picante soul.

Have a fateful Friday!

Moleskine Madness...Incensed!

The old house was dark and smelled of things left unsaid.

She walked through the hall and felt the future in the photos of the past.

The frames lined the hall in symmetrical order.

It had a sense of the unholy and the untouched by human hands.

Pictures of people that were happy before the entropy of soul came for them.

Now they were somewhere different.

Somewhere very cold and distant.

Have a theatrical Thursday!

Moleskine Madness...Robo Lube!

The machines had been unplugged from the mains for an hour now.

The production floor was quiet. The maintenance contractors had just arrived.

Technicians in white coats never really impressed him.

They had doctor envy. 

He pulled his bowl of rice from the microwave and plunged his chopsticks into it.

Taking a scoop into his mouth; he burned his tongue and quickly swallowed.

He turned towards the large apparatus in front of him. 

It was open; revealing its shiny aluminum and steel innards. 

A technician squeezed out an obscene amount of clear gooey substance from a tube.

Then spread it on the naked and rough parts.

He was correct. 

It was doctor envy.

Have a wild Wednesday!

Moleskine Madness...Cake and Pie!

It was just an empty and hollow feeling deep in the pit of his chest.

The old dance of between the now and then. 

Everytime he thought of her.

Leaving him with nothing but anguish and disillusion.

Where was the sweet reassurance of crash and yellow rain?

Have a tricky Tuesday!

Moleskine Madness...Stuck Up!

She stared at the spreadsheets on her monitor.

The cubicles on the floor were quiet and she felt a twinge in her chest.

She knew it was the feeling of loss in her heart and not gas.

He was gone. 

She had helped to do it.

She knew his love was true and passionate and she didn't want him near.

It was her choice but, the feeling lingered.

 She straightened her back.

No, it was always her choice and she was never wrong about these things.

It was always her choice and she made sure of that.

Have a matched Monday!

Moleskine Madness...Old Gumbo!

She was angry because the soup was cold.

She didn't like cold soup and he was getting on her nerves sitting there at the computer.

He was filling out forms and moving at a quick pace that irritated her.

"My soup is cold." She said.

"It's Gazpacho." He replied not looking up.

"Oh." She said. "It's one of your new gourmet things."

He let out a sigh.

He was angry because she wasn't the sophisticated woman he wanted.

She coughed and slurped the soup.

"I don't think that I have a soul." She said.

"It doesn't matter as long as you have a heart." He said.

She smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

Have a super Saturday!

Moleskine Madness...Green Rice!

She opened the box.

The frozen french fries poked out at her precariously suggestive and naked.

"This is the last time that I do this." She said.

She spread the potato sticks onto a frequently used baking sheet; then turned to preheat the oven.

She heard a poof of gas igniting and then a gentle squeak.

She shook her head. "What the heck?"

She pulled the oven door and peered inside as the cat leapt into the kitchen!

Flat on the floor and shaking like a blender.

"Should've had the rice." She mumbled.

She looked at the dancing feline and suddenly realized.

It wasn't her cat.

Have a furry Friday!