Fog Written on September 3, 2012, by Zack.

[click for larger view] The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. – Carl Sandburg —————- Remember, you can always find me on Etsy, Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram!

Field Guide To Critical Birds, Entry #31: The Existential Vulture Written on August 8, 2011, by Zack.

How to ID: Existentialist Vultures Rarely seen without a volume of Sartre Sport black, crooked feathers and matching beret Prefer perching in Parisian cafes Nihilistically gnaw on carrion-stuffed croissants until nauseously bloated with gristle and angst Their gaze: deicidal, and shrouded in smoke Their call: a cantankerous death rattle croak:

Spring Written on April 25, 2011, by Zack.

To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is [...]