The Dog and Man Lay Down to Dream by clippercarrillo, journal
The Dog and Man Lay Down to Dream
I lay down this afternoon
and the dog lay down beside,
his thick pelt against my legs and ribs,
that should I wake
I might know the confidence
of fur
against my skin.
The touch
had courage like
the fire burning gently
in the stove
that heats the house
all winter long;
and all the dark and cold of thought
receded
from within that
russet cloud of love
where we mingled
in our separate dreams
of prehistoric fires
and running in the hunt
looking for the other's eyes
until they met
and locked
and dog and man
were both made
whole again
within
the pack of man and dog.
The Dog and Her Man and Two Bears by clippercarrillo, journal
The Dog and Her Man and Two Bears
The dog hugged my shoulder as we stared at our fire.
I was naked, save for shotgun, with her fur on my skin. Her eyes glowing amber, as she said, "Man, we did well tonight."
"You were a sight to see," I agreed, "when I finally got out of the tent."
"It took you a while,"
"I was scared."
"So was I," said she. "Those bears had me outmatched and cornered, outnumber by tooth and by paw. I was barely holding them off."
"Girl, you were. I saw. I saw. It took me a while, I know," I confessed. "I was moving like ice, but I could sure hear the fight, that horrible sound of bear jaws clicking and clicking. I feared for your life, so I got the gun
Something with warm paws stepped on my forehead last night. A cat? I went downstairs and counted cats as they came in. Two cats came in, so it wasn't a cat. I sat them down for a chat.
"Do you two realize that there is a mouse in the house?"
"Feed us our kibble," they said.
I woke up the dog for a talk.
"There's mouse in the house," I said.
"Did you speak to the cats?"
"I spoke to the cats," I said.
"And what did they say?"
"That's not the point."
"What's the point?" asked the dog.
"Where were you last night? You're the guard of the house."
"I don't guard against mice. That's the job of a cat."
"But had you been by the bed," I cou
My Cheetah Project (Obsession) by clippercarrillo, journal
My Cheetah Project (Obsession)
I am building a body of work that emphasizes endangered large cats, and more specifically, cheetahs, to exhibit in office buildings in the Kansas City Area, sponsored by the local arts council. One print has been placed and one show set up already, without the help of the council, through luck and hustle. I want to get these works out there for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is raising people's awareness that the habitat of the cheetah is a global asset to be protected in order to not maintain, but rather, to enlarge the world population of cheetahs. But I see myself as a naturalist, not a conservationist, because I am an artist
Jim and I stood on the bowsprit of my little wooden ketch and stared at the five grey whales breeching like five missiles shot from a nuclear submarine to hang suspended, their whole barnacle dotted bodies in the air, before crashing down in our direction.
"They're headed right at us," I said, and looked at Jim. He smiled in a way he had not smiled since coming home from the Vietnam War, where he had served in the infantry, in a disciplinary battalion, while I had fought hard against the war, in the streets against police. Jim and I were angry at America, enough to have sailed away, when Jim got home, to a deserted island off of Mexico and t
to hold your eyes open
or to keep them shut
you tried it all and everything
and if you look
you cannot bare the pain
but once you look away
it all slips out and falls apart
it's not just mere 'to be' anymore
but to know just who you are
and how much they can take
before you'll fade away
eventually
to keep your mind open
or to lock it up
not knowing what the night may bring
try hard to make it through
to eventually fail
or just to give it up for once
and risk to never feel the same
no punishment, no reward
just consequence
if only reality had an off switch .
i would be holding hands ,
spiraling in flight through the myriad of stars ,
in a deep navy & purple sky ,
aurora after unreal aurora ,
colors jumping like my heart does
when you embrace me tight .
Unabridged Nostalgia, mark ii by ShadyBlues, literature
Literature
Unabridged Nostalgia, mark ii
I had hair brown, skin as white as snow
Still filled with more than enough of a youthful glow
I was a young man, barely thirteen, in a time where children were ignored
A boy not concerned with time, reason, rhyme, or reward
Life seems opaque, after many glances
We come to take, more than chances
Life seems to be, less than easy
Time and time again, it's like running against the grain
I ran across the back cobblestone streets,
by the unpopular old little cafe we used to meet,
I've seen and saw you eying me,
I'd simply asked you if you'd want to hold hands, and our lives spiraled out of control
More than they'd ever been before, I'd met y