The Assemblagist

I learned to apply Cesar Milan's dog rehabilitation techniques to humans. To be calm and assertive... it works out well, most of time. ... read more

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Cleaning out the dusty shadows of my upstairs bookshelves, I find the Whole Earth Catalog, still around from my first year in college... and this poem by "anonymous". This embodies, illustrates, my fascination with ephemera. ... read more

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It's getting close to finish time for the Sisters of the Inquisition. Problem right now is photography since the regular photos make the piece look pretty damn shabby. It's outsider art. Painted on the back of a chair and on the side of a cuckoo clock, then fused. Think of the chair back as  an spread open wide "C" with the piece of cuckoo clock in the middle. Then there's a golden baby without the top of its head and a hollow body. There will be  a bouquet made out of oddities--constructed with copper wire as the stems. The golden baby will be a "vase" for the bouquet. The "baby" came from Piggly Wiggly on River Road years ago. When the bakery was closing down, I bought a bag of small pink plastic babies. They were originally intended as cake decorations for a baby shower or new baby cake. I loved my bag o'babies and it was hard to break up the flock, or herd, or ... a bag o'babies would be a "jumble of babies" - that's what it is, babies in a large group would be called a "jumble". Which transcends a murder of crows. ... read more

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The spirit of the Dead Mule is reborn. Finally getting my literary journal publishing mojo back. On the front page of the Mule? Our new Southern Legitimacy Statement. Here's an excerpt: ... read more

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