IN FLANDERS FIELDS

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
--by John McCrae

coming back into my own

we'll start this off with a poem I formed in my head while working and wrote from what I had... I think it will be a series of short pieces on random topics... sketches really... these aren't the final states of these as they're rather rough with minimum of editing... still I likes them...


On May

Ah, happy May!
April has been pushing up daisies
and already you are afeild.
Your wings unfolden gossamer,
tinged with nature's hue.
Zephyr,
Foreshadowed by summers scorch

don't you hate it when you get that pain when you stand up abruptly? well this was borne from one of those...

On a Headrush

Stand up sharp!
Blood rushing to head
calls for headaches.
walls thin,
burst at the seams
then shatter to
so many pieces.
awkward, nerved apology
I gather them up
and quickly leave


have fun...

-The Revig

Wordstock...

sniff...sigh... I've gotten a sore throat at about the same time I would had it happened... I think that means something....

missing it with you

-The Revig

so... uhh, come here often?

well hey what do you know I've actually got something to write about here...

we shall soon be moving... and I can say it now with some certainty... since our property has been sold...and the new owners mean business why, just yesterday the tore out the bathroom in the master bedroom(sniff... my house!)... we've got a deadline too, june fifteenth, and lots of work to do...

which brings me to another point... because of all this work it has been requested of me to cut back on my artworking all together... I'm not sure why... I think it has something to do with the fact that I've been pretty spacious lately and certain persons feel it would help me to come back down to earth... I've accepted it... reluctantly... though not without the terms being altered to allow me to work on it on my freeday so you won't be getting any art out of me this month...at least nothing new... except for some stuff I'm finishing up now which includes the fire piece aforementioned... and my contest entry, which miraculously I finished just in time... at least I think it was on may first so that might be a problem... haven't gotten that confirmation yet...


I've picked up reading the 'Hunchback of Notre Dame' and I must say it is far darker than one might expect from the kids movie, but Victor Hugo's writing more than makes up for it... with him you are there, from the cour des miracles to the heights of the dame... from the pillory to the palace of justice he takes you on a journey of words and the pictures he paints place you there... it truly is a living breathing book, and his truly is writecraft at it highest... and he was only warming up... and for some strange reason I've been moved to scribble some words in my own...I've taken the strange idea in my head to revise my own work somewhat... let's hope I can do myself and the story the justice I feel it must have...


Listen, they're beautiful...
so many colors of sound
so many changing moods
but you know,
they do not ring all by themselves...

they don't?

no you silly boy...





la lala

la lala


lalala lala laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


-The Revig