clarity better be around the fucking corner.

okay, first things first.
now i lost my train of thought.
i've derailed again....

katriona and charles burn forever.

merry christmas, wife.
you bring magic to my world.
thank you for my life....

happy birthday, wynter moon.

our little moonbeam.
sugar and spice and muchness.
just like her mama.....

fortune and glory, kid.

just me and the gang.
pioneers of the nexus.
all kinds of badass.....

cranberries in the bed.

here's the thing, buddy.
dreaming a story to life.
happens all the time......

i just gotta make it to january.

what happened, weekend?
did you forget to show up?
haiku for monday....

it has nothing to do with a full moon.

pattering raindrops.
i just found an old daydream.
the wolf in the night.....

lest we even entertain the thought.

oh my fucking god.
is this really happening?
suburban nonsense.....

this morning before this morning.

sweat in my elf hat.
decompress with ben and glen.
fall the fuck asleep.....

nothing personal.

i miss my woman.
because she's so fucking cool.
cooler than you are.....

can't we all just get along?

no, i don't know why.
gotta be so fucking hard.
goddamn mystery....

mid day.

growling little girl.
cough in the back of my throat.
keys on the table....

oops.

i'm ruining it.
the song you loved for so long.
now, what will i do?

thirty-one is the new twenty-one.

happy happy day.
for to grow another year.
oh, chocolate cake....

just a couple of questions.

where is my lover?
don't we have any goodies?
why is the sky blue?

living with monsters in the home.

just take a deep breath.
it's gonna be alright, dude.
it's almost bedtime....

doula daze.

go get 'em, honey.
breathe in, eyes open, breathe out.
one step at a time....

cinco.

what an awesome day.
filled with petite fours and such.
sneaky screen door mail.....

still laughing that hysterical crazy laugh after all these years.

well, it's official.
happy anniversary.
one two three four five.....

a few small requests.

please play nice, wynter.
listen to me please, phoenix.
please calm down, nico.....

what time is it?

phoenix in the bed.
what are we gonna do, now?
don't sleep in the hole....

stories i've been telling my kids.

little red gumball.
long ago and far away.
armadillo frank....

courtesy o' kat.

handsome bearded man.
ill advised to blow bubbles.
leave it to the girl....

i don't know why, i just like it.

it's a mystery.
what am i talking about?
this thing called romance.....

i'm not changing it.

yeah, you fucking guy.
scared of a sunken shipwreck.
don't stop with the toes.....

what am i without my better half?

i'm lost without her.
ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
what's a man to do?

kick ass katriona.

fucking clusterfuck.
fuck clutter monday clean up.
clusterfuck cleaned up.....

treasure box.

long and lazy day.
found my old bag of legos.
and my first teddy....

fo show.

if you need to know,
check out the scenario.
got it, daddy-o?

thanks alta!

here comes the goodies.
the yummy yummy goodies.
yummy yummy cake.....

she got the skills to pay the bills.

holy fuckin' hell.
my lady is doin' it.
as in dolphin style.....

real magic.

one deep perfect breath.
joint movement and sharp stillness.
into what comes next....

it's fer the kids.

happy halloween.
may it be spooky as hell.
go get your witch on....

s'alright s'okay

whisper sweet nothings.
for to make you calm your brow.
and this too, shall pass....

where is my mind?

well, it's official.
my haikus are suffering.
i'll put in some work....

not my best work.

what are we to do?
do you have a wonky eye?
what are we to do?

heavy eyelids.

half asleep alright.
bert and ernie are still up.
kickin' it with chuck....

oh yes.

so hot for my wife.
bestest girl in the whole world.
she drives me crazy....

epic pumkin patch birthday adventure!

well, dinner was swell.
fell asleep on the kids' floor.
lost at jeopardy....

happy happy honey pie.

what an awesome girl.
and today's her special day.
birthday work for it....

no bubbling up to the surface.

when did this happen?
a pen that don't touch paper.
didn't used to be....

fright night.

an american
who is transformed into a
werewolf in london....

hammer tempest horror.

gonna play a show.
so glad that my wife can go.
makes my heartstrings glow....

found my happy place.

today is friday.
tomorrow is saturday.
best part of the week.....

wit yer wee little skull shoes on.

oh, for one last glimpse.
a vision in red and white.
diagonally....

sunny paradise.

too hot for this dude.
hey, how 'bout that climate change?
must still be a myth.....

lemon honey ginger tea.

sniffle snuffle snort.
day late and a dollar short.
kill yer cold for sport....

snuffly and gross on the inside.

so i'm kinda sick.
but the kids are being good.
thank goodness for that....

fake corndogs.

pajama coffee.
my thumb is in a pickle.
ben drinks his tea fast....

wading thru pages of notes.

focus on the work.
then you can have some play time.
looks good on paper.....

ha ha ha argh.

some days just don't work.
no matter how hard you try.
best not to fight it....

wee young finnegan.

to the pumpkin patch.
kickin' it with my boyo.
king of the jumpy....

treestar forever.

i love october.
pumpkin pancakes for breakfast.
this is the good life....

beeg beeg loves for the cash man.

walk into this world.
cash money in the hiz-oouusse!
with your head held high....

haiku on the fly.

do this really quick.
while i have just a moment.
oh, god. hurry up.....

not your father's ball of yarn.

jamrock on the floor.
waiting for his string to move.
any minute now.....

hump day.

early morning kids.
taqueria with lev dog.
off to the dentist....

about the speed my brain is moving.

eclairs for breakfast.
still fuzzy from the absinthe.
it's gonna be hot......

another one bites the dust.

freddie mercury.
a little piece of the queen.
somebody to love.....

fuck vanilla.

give in to the urge.
go ahead, just go and splurge.
that's what's wanted, here.....

friday!!!

eclair in the fridge.
possible tea in the pot.
somebody's smiling....

when they just stare at you, and wait for you to say something, but you don't say anything, and then it's awkward......

hold the fucking phone.
did we just go thru all that?
how did that happen?

i scream you scream we all scream.

one day at a time.
down a sometimes rocky road.
i prefer mint chip....

passed out on the floor.

fuzzy sun kitty.
stretching out towards the light.
he looks so cozy.....

butano.

bag was too heavy.
my boots needed breaking in.
but, other than that....

bubbles.

need a shower, bad.
stewing in my own juices.
scrub a dub dub, dude.....

they win at every turn.

three children are up.
and have been all morning long.
so much for the plan....

bring it, universe.

this is just a test.
to find out if you can deal.
guess we'll find out, huh?

logan plus castlevania equals big nostalgia points

ten o'clock at nite.
sitting in a rocking chair.
reading wolverine....

the sounds of bert and ernie.

smiley face tea cup.
sunshine thru overcast skies.
windblown spiderwebs....

and vice versa.

on the up and up.
pink party shenanigans.
we kicked reno's ass.....

things i can't remember.

trying to pass out.
forgetting to sell my soul.
finding a lost god.....

older and wiser.

happy birthday, bun.
last nite was a lot of fun.
i tappeth your keg.....

thanks, maggie.

we went to the zoo.
spiders are fucking scary.
carousels are not....

simple excursions.

here and there and back.
with a whimper and a scream.
oh my! such a dream.....

maggie's house.

we're late to dinner.
we need to walk over there.
better get going.

trying to get back on the wagon.

i wrote a haiku.
in fact i wrote a whole bunch.
i'm talkin' hundreds.....

detrola.

it's fucking broken.
big black vinyl spinny disc.
won't turn anymore....

get your car out of that gear.

brain halt pause fizzle.
sputter grizzled yesterdays.
smack into the curb.....

still can't find my monday morning shoes.

tea is not helping.
got the monday morning blues.
go away sunshine....

summer days.

three little monkeys.
in a tent they made themselves.
wee balls of mischief....

i've got high hopes.

don't pass out, wynter.
no nap and you'll sleep tonite.
please oh please oh please....

now if i could just find my drivers license.

well, that was awesome.
your old friends, and my old friends.
together at last.....

black cat smile.

friday the thirteenth.
the luckiest day of all.
if you know what's up.....

have i lost you, yet?

still waiting for it.
unbeknownst to me, of course.
and here, it's friday....

enlighten me.

stare at a blank screen.
trying to find an answer.
not gonna happen.....

birthday bash for those in the know.

seeverspalooza.
tomorrow in oakland, fools.
gonna blow your mind.....

too close for comfort.

hang in there, doober.
thank you for staying with us.
hands and heart and soul......

postblogsurfcrazyhahahahaha

quarters in the yard.
dinner with maggie and pops.
alien 3 sucked......

that's logic!

this is how it is.
one thing after another.
doesn't that make sense?

wee wynter moon.

little growling girl.
running madly thru the dark.
telling nightime no.....

this very smoment.

salt gets in your eye.
along with thirteen years past.
hello, tomorrow.....

so many questions.

did i disappear?
into the wild blue yonder?
on a perfect day?

in the bleachers, motherfucker!

happy birthday, mo!
a good time was had by all.
in the parking lot.

what the hell.

why do my balls hurt?
did i smoosh them or something?
feels like i smoosh'd them.....

not.....a haiku.

i listened to the news on the radio for a few minutes for the first time in a couple months this morning. and i mean the real news, with no corporate sponsors, not that garbage all you sticky people are eating up with a spoon. and i am listening for the sound of hope. i am listening for the possibility that we can transcend the vanity of our species and survive. and i am becoming more and more convinced that a transformative process has begun. i can hear that booming voice threatening me not to look behind the curtain at the great OZ, and i can feel a large looming universe chuckling to itself at that peckish government goon what thinks himself so powerful. millions will die. millions are dying now. i cannot speak of the atrocities and horrors that are the human attack on biodiversity. decide for yourself whether or not there is a personality behind the increase of frequency and intensity of the "natural disasters" that are plaguing us. it doesn't really matter what we believe about them. they will continue on regardless of our labels. whatever side of the great divide between science and religion you find yourself on (and i know that some of you deign to walk the precarious line betwixt), please take a moment to remind yourself that the universe could give a flying fuck about these petty squabbles, and will continue on it's path no way not no how. so hows about we let go of this idea of "the end" or even "the beginning" because, frankly, those ideas are so achingly flawed, SO last millenia, so tragically human. if you had six fingers and six toes at the end of each limb, we'd have a base six number system. science is and has always been the current ideaology/theory waiting to be replaced/disproven by the next one. religion, in many ways, is the placement of human characteristics/personality traits onto an omnipotent entity. i am a grain of sand in an omniscient universe. i am a universe unto myself, as well as to every iota of life living on or inside of me, down to the immeasurable quantum doodads residing in my ear canal. there is a universal thrum, the beating of an all powerful drum out in the depths of space (or maybe that's my heart beating). but really it's the sound of laughter as we crush kill destroy ourselves into what better be at least a thousand fucking years of peace, please. enjoy your seafood, now. 'cuz we done killed it. better learn to grow yer own food. play nice with the other children, put it back when your done, and hands are not for hitting. get in the queue, motherfucker! all aboard the transformageddon train!

got shakti?

channeling the juice.
see, the breathing is the trick.
breathe in, breathe out......good.

creepy eerie.

i am ready now.
horrorfest on saturday.
monsters in our bed.

moon knight.

walking on the moon.
jumping over the craters.
with my shoes untied.

in between poles.

fleeting summer days.
ending in cool nite time air.
like a long, soft sigh.....

phoenix orion seevers

happy birthday, fynn!
my little ball of mischief.
i love you, pickle.....

three little monkeys.

bedtime for bonzo.
floating on a flying bed.
into slumberland.....

fckuc.

chuck is lazy slob.
want to fall down now go boom.
have no excuses.....

and many more!!!

happy birthday, mom.
thanks for the enchiladas.
and margarita....

hippity hop.

i love the kinko's.
i mean, the parking lot part.
where you can skateboard.....

one of the multitude of ways that i love you.

curled up in the tub.
right on top of the bath toys.
under a blanket......

don't ask don't tell.

it's behind my eyes.
a steady, thrumming dull ache.
it won't go away.....

remembering that one time that never happened.

days melt into skin.
falling into the dashboard.
one last dusty breath.....

open ended questions.

wind chimes and whiskers.
wynter passed out on the couch.
it's bloody hot out.....

the good stuff.

yummy good curry.
and she made blackberry pie.
best dinner ever.....

it's getting warmer.

bird shat on my arm.
violent happy hippos.
extend domingo.......

hell of a sandwich.

the kids at the creek.
mike and paula. cheddar, too.
and my lovely wife.....

tasty treats.

tah key toes kick ass.
all filled up with the black beans.
mother fuckin' yum.....

thanks, dad.

tacos for dinner.
i guess more like burritos.
so very yummy......

that would be great.

pebble on a beach.
a star out in the cosmos.
one ocean bubble.....

and here i thought i spoke fluent nerd.

fucking computers.
won't give you a straight answer.
i even said please.....

piss.

piss on the bedsheets.
piss in a brown glass bottle.
piss poor excuses....

it's just sequencing.

one two three four five.
tell the truth and speak no jive.
honey's in the hive.....

another day at the office.

unfamiliar smells.
shortbread cookies on the floor.
useless descriptions.....

wake up and find yourself right where you are.

two shortbread cookies.
i'm a numbers detective.
just freelance, of course....

the way it usually goes.

just once in awhile.
in and out and here and there.
like a sudden rain....

'cuz it's a good idea.

really need to stretch.
for at least a few minutes.
all stiff and stucky....

at the reservoir.

two deer on the trail.
a mama and a baby.
what a lucky treat....

fighting sleep.

wynter won't go down.
she is fiercely tenacious.
my little mongoose....

the first three of who knows how many.

sunshine on my face.
godzilla in the morning.
rusty desert rose....

a deserving dude.

tony down the block.
a tattoo apprenticeship.
not bad, buddy boy....

candyland?

swell of a good time.
all filled with goodies and such.
yums and treats and sweets....

all giddy and shit!

free comic book day!
had the best time with the boys.
the coolest kids there....

happy birthday, montana mike!

man, i know this guy.
he's like, really cool and stuff.
like a cucumber....

drumstick children.

ice cream cone baby.
phoenix chocolate mustache.
cone licker nico.

good times.

awesome day, kiddos.
park and legos and picnic.
now please go to bed....

wit da childrens.

the shit hits the fan.
and remarkably, we're fine.
up in an airplane....

the birthday bird.

happy birthday, ben.
may your light be a beacon.
now go get sloppy....

let's get motivated!

did i skip a day?
it's all a little hazy.
can't imagine why....

found sounds.

christ, seriously?
is this how the countdown starts?
one, two, three, four, BONG!

nice, dude....

jackal to the fleece.
mice or men or moose or meese?
squeaky wheel gets grease....

pretty much how it is.

i hate being sick.
like a snowman beat my ass.
whine bitch moan complain....

mmmmmmmm.

oh, for an ice cream!
plopped upon a magic bar!
with hot fudge and nuts!

mmmm.....tastes good.

i am kicking ass.
finding direction and shit.
i are a compass!!!

moving at an incredible pace.

it's all happening.
so fast that i can't keep up.
time for some leapfrog....

my special little guy.

jellybone is sick.
feverish and stuck in bed.
poor little phoenix....

flowers all about.

breezy front yard stretch.
revitalizing cupboards.
hoy es sabado....

tiger vs. chicken

sometimes you're just fucked.
what are you supposed to do?
it's more fun to run....

don't squeeze my nose.

i can juggle it.
one thing after another.
like a fucking clown....

renee not charlie.

whassa da matter?
why can't i figure it out?
what's the damn question?

smurps.

once followed by twice.
my muffled indigestion.
where is my yogurt....

feaster refuses to end.

another late night.
my eyes are burning hot coals.
it's the sandman's turn....

feaster prep.

there's not enough time.
there's ever so much to do.
and my brain is soup....

you should see what i've crossed off the to do list.

it's all gone fuzzy.
like trying to breathe thru cheese.
casual thursday?

shave and a haircut.

hit my funny bone.
now i'm laughing my ass off.
sketchy weasel death....

loki and shit.

two minutes to go.
dink and flicker, pretty boy.
one for the lost gods....

black hole.

breathe in and implode.
close those eyes and find a star.
breathe out and explode.

more....intensity.

okay, what the hell.
thought i had it figured out.
back to square one, then....

my condolences to those who didn't make it.

oh, what a feeling.
got out of jury duty.
scraped by, once again....

hey fever.

alright, you faithful.
i'll open my eyes, again.
have a look around....

funny ha ha.

i fuckin' hate quotes.
said mike to the billy goat.
go jump in a moat.

if yer into that sort of thing....and i am.

it rains on and off.
and by rains i mean downpours.
oh so very nice....

wonderland.

me and the lady.
off on our way to alice.
all shits and giggles....

phoenix's good idea.

running to the park.
super fast before it rains.
that's what we should do....

butterfly wings....

a small reminder.
a circle turned on itself.
a single heartbeat.

the steady hum of what may have been last nite.

the nights are foggy.
don't know where i am sometimes.
a strange blend of time.....

loopy.

hello, back spasms.
mike and paula in portland?
what day is today?

breakfast of champions.

waffles are coming.
with all their waffley ways.
are you excited?

gettin' loopy.

if it's not one thing,
it's got to be something else.
is that deep or what?

my eyeballs!

taking care of her.
trying to do a good job.
curse my mortal coil.....

give it a minute.

fucking computer.
i might be gone for awhile.
but i'll be right back.....

nico is eight years old!

monkeyball birthday!
you're getting so big, these days.
have a good one, dude.....

zee recipe.

take a hot shower.
curl up with a nice pillow.
close your eyes and dream.

observations and instructions.

sharp pain in my back.
like when i breathe in and shit.
stretch it out, fucko!

the sickly sweet sensations of my workspace.

buzzing in my ears.
dust, covering my desktop.
the neon flickers......

two hundred, motherfucker!!

bicentennial?
has it really been that long?
congratulations.......

work (by kat)

what a fuckin guy.
type this shit out for me, kat.
and then, not a word.

sibling shenanigans.

rad broham ramp jam.
we shut down karaoke.
james talked down the cops.......

springin' traps not takin' naps

professionally,
i look like a sewer rat.
but i gots the cheese.......

cleanin' house.

back with a vengeance.
betcha you can't fuck with this.
go on and try it......

after the whole stand up comedian thing.........

hijinx and hot sex.
old usses on a space tour.
hey, it could happen.......

oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!

going to the snow.
boy howdy that sounds like fun!
be right back, honey......

sigh.

cold and uncaring.
fallen pieces of the sky.
perfectly content.

but i can still smell them.

where are the cookies?
did i really eat them all?
alas, the sad truth......

jerkass.

cowards all fall down.
into the depths of despair.
they got no friends there.

p. lo yo.

many magic drinks.
sword balancing belly dance.
oh, the baklava.....

not exactly peanut butter.

jam with ben and glen.
pull the strings with my fingers.
try to remember.....

it's what they do.

it's the dee em vee.
in all their fucking glory.
they got me on hold.......

strapya.

it comes from japan.
it had to go thru customs.
but now, it is here...

the cat is still in bed......lucky fucker.

hey, sunday morning.
our baby just said hookah.
let's go cook some eggs.

are you bloody certain?

is it friday yet?
but it doesn't feel like it.
so what does that mean?

deadbeat dads.

some guys are assholes.
cowards running from the world.
they'll get their reward......

loud "argh" sound.............followed by thump of forehead on desk

reset last year's files.
then do the year before that.
now do seven more.......

no doubt about it.

if you were won'drin,
my lady is the sweetest.
best in all the land.....

bitch bitch moan moan

i slept in the hole.
and now my back is fucked up.
oh, well. guess that's life.

universal home.

the cat's freaking out.
we hung the lanterns inside.
the wheels are spinning.....

giant frosty mugs of beer!!!!

well that was awesome.
kat and rubes and mike and p.
james and nate and me......