MY RECENT POSTS
- Beyond the Far and Final
November 23, 2010 01:26PM
- Photo Essay: Rocky Mountain
November 18, 2010 12:19AM
- Double Dog and Double Down
November 14, 2010 11:50PM
- Dying, I Am Gone
November 11, 2010 11:04PM
- Photo Essay: Mushrooms and
November 09, 2010 11:48AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Rita: Because
we're the wicked
servants, and wicked
care not a wit for
November 25, 2010 01:39PM
- “femme: The alabaster men
will definitely make
appearances... Thanks for
November 24, 2010 05:42PM
- “Excellent. Especially
powerful in its simplicity,
November 21, 2010 12:52PM
- “Muse: Thanks a lot -
greatly appreciated. And
Yeah, the m…”
November 21, 2010 12:47PM
- “Gail W: Thank you very
much - greatly
November 19, 2010 06:06PM
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Wicked servants in the shady lanes at noon
Play market games with the dying songs of overburdened blackbirds,
Shouting, “Once, and surely not again we gain the highest step!
Can no one help us see beyond the far and final hedgerow?”
We often hear the hounds at war upon the hazy, sunset slope… Read full post »
Living at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, one is constantly surrounded by rocks. Whatever your destination or activity, rocks provide a constant, fractured background of red, gray, buff, black, white, and every color in between. They come in all shapes and sizes, and in an infinitude of te… Read full post »
If my fits of wild-eyed demon fending scare you sane
And send you running,
Open oubliettes of horror long forgotten,
Show you monsters,
Show you sacraments aflame and burning brightly,
Make you falter, make you flee,
I dare you this –
I dare you quit your breathless trembling
And your fleeing for a mo… Read full post »
I wouldn’t mind just dying for a little while,
Just leaving for moment, now and then,
To sleep a little longer, as it were,
To zero out,
A brief capitulation to the cosmos and its madness,
To the forces that surround me,
Just a brief sabbatical from living,
From the volume –
Take it down just se… Read full post »
In the woods of south central Illinois there was an unusual explosion of mushrooms, toadstools, and other fungus this past September. Though it's probably safe to say that there's always a proliferation of fungus in the Midwestern woods, this was an especially notable event in terms of the sheer… Read full post »
Across the bleak and barren moorland, through the mist and
Glimpsed as shadow through the whiteness,
Rises dark the crumbling fastness, stark and gloomy stands the bastion
Of the now forgotten castle.
Long forsaken, disregarded, stands it now among the heather,
History past and future… Read full post »
How you made me free one day
Comes back to me in lightly threaded moments
– Caught between –
Just filaments and flickers through a canopy of images and stills,
With dappled hints of laughter, here and there, upon the leaves,
As the colors of my world begin to run and fade away,
And nothing but
… Read full post »
Shanghai me, ladies...
Done surrendered it already...
The plank for spam and spammers!
Many condolences and thoughts to Kathy...
Cabin Boy Fox out... Read full post »
Sometimes numbers are overwhelming in their power to do good.
Sometimes they're powerful in their ability to curse.
Either way, they're powerful. Period.
Here is nothing spectacular, nothing special - just a reminder of the potential power and beauty of numbers, via photographic abstraction from… Read full post »
Written words, like black maggots, writhing,
Upon a pure white page of innocence and youth,
Erupting and corrupting,
Upon the torn, bad pages of this book,
A blowfly spawn of nightmares and regrets,
Of deadly bad desire and its joy,
And fleeing now the near high heat of hell
Still sm… Read full post »
I place you west,
Beyond the sadly-mad revolvings and the dull,
Incessant murmur of the rest,
Beyond the furthest dream and out-and-over empty plains so vast,
So infinitely silent and remote.
The subtle vastness, lost for now,
Is echoing a longing and a hope,
The nevermore and always of our past,
A brooding… Read full post »
"Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes,
well, he eats you."
- The Stranger, The Big Lebowski, 1998
We face many things in life much bigger than ourselves. Sometimes these things are friendly, other times they're not. When unfriendly, they can be indifferent and uninterested, or they… Read full post »
Tangle-twine a prelude and intoxicate my eyes,
And weave an incantation with your hands,
Then improvise a token with a gesture and a glance
In ways that only I will understand.
Twinkle-laugh you… Read full post »
Alternate title: Ad Astra Per Aspera
Copyright © 2010 Variant Fox Read full post »
In the early morning hours of October 23rd, 2010, on the night of the full moon, a grisly series of unexplained murders were committed on the backyard patio deck of an otherwise quiet surburban house in Colorado.
It had been a dark and stormy night, and the bodies were discovered strewn… Read full post »
Fraught with caring for a world so big and bad,
And so immensely far beyond the warm, familiar cloistering
Of darkness and the damp,
Speak hints and futile omens from the dewy nighttime grass
And wander ever onward through the earth.
And deep within the taller grass,
On guard against th… Read full post »
A broken sun tilts crazily,
And glowing trails of its demise
Leak slowly down the twilight sky to bleed
A golden mist, begotten hastily and loud,
In torrents on the cringing earth below.
The prophet fires, with their unattended embers growing
Wink slowly out,
Now one by one, now many millions more at… Read full post »
Furtive cockroach ramblings
Wove a fast, insistent pattern on the fabric of a dream
And drove me stone and coldly sober from my nightmare in a panic
Lest my soon and final moment
Found me dozing in the stupor of the dead men and the mummies
Who had failed to even see that there's a moment… Read full post »
Honeybees are a study in... many things. And they're worth the study. Below are two from my backyard in Colorado. Click on the images to see the (very) detailed versions. Note the orbs of "pollenated water" on the back of the first bee and the clumps of yellow pollen on the second flower.… Read full post »
Women in white wander
wistfully in westering fields of waving wheat,
Whispering wearily to the wailing wind:
“Why were our wishes winked wantonly away without a warning or a word?
We watched and we waited,
Waiting for warmth.
And now we are widows,
Witnessing wealth from the wombs of th/… Read full post »
Let us pause upon the doorstep,
Dancing in the lantern's light,
Shuffle through the puddles laughing,
Talk the mysteries of the night.
Ours the world and heaven help us,
We have had and searched the dream.
Behold the monoliths of reason
While we discover paths between.
Copyright © 2… Read full post »
Your soul is here with mine just now,
And all the world has paused.
Our fingers touch, though no one sees,
And now the world is lost.
Your hands describe a universe,
Your eyes reveal the world,
Your laughter hints of things to come,
Your smile of things that were.
Could… Read full post »
Every so often I find myself thinking about monsters, and missing them. They populated the world of my imagination as a child, and because the mind of a child verdantly intertwines the imagined with the real without question or difficulty, they populated my world period, and were therefore my constan/… Read full post »
I am an elusively charismatic and extroverted misanthrope, green-eyed and notoriously left-brained. I can often be found climbing tall towers and conferring thoughtfully with world leaders in the shadowy corners of Irish pubs near closing time. I run at night, visiting old graveyards and scaring drun… Read full post »
And I’ll dazzle and thrill you with wonder unbounded,
Portent and prophecy, mysteries expounded,
I’ll teach you the languages, read you the runes,
Show you the treasures and hum you the tunes,
Bring you to kings who will make you an heir,
If you’ll just set me do… Read full post »