Frank’s Log

I like when humans appear to me as animals. Those rare interludes in which knowledge is suspended, when a classroom of twenty two students registers simply as mammals in chairs, deliver a breathtaking reversion to pure perception. Somehow I momentarily escape the veil of familiar categorization and truly see. Instead of black kids and nerds… More Frank’s Log

Jackson Pollock and the Periwinkle Alligator – A poem?

Red blue seven white Antelope cheers Running beige Today or maybe another time Alphabet sunrise Making peaches scream Yellow-green anger floods And spatial snakes Who’s gold With me under textural siege Explain the sky while I It’s true, that fuchsia shines Periwinkle alligator                                        unfolding in my arms or yours Nothing says “New York” like tangerine… More Jackson Pollock and the Periwinkle Alligator – A poem?

I Don’t Care.

I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.

I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.