Shot a short film the other day with friend and fellow conspirator Michael Eckblad. The piece is a commentary on love. The common wants and needs of humankind; romantic attachment overall. I am hoping to screen the final cut around Valentine’s day in NYC. It was a great pleasure working with Eckblad. An artist of the world.

Here’s his site: www.michaeleckblad.com

Some stills from the shoot:

My friend has an eye

Of stone, the other of jello,

He sings my heart numb.

Bubblegum Tate cat
Furred white on the outside hide
Pink rattle within.

So I tried my hand at writing a Haiku. Each day as I put on my contact lenses I convene with a small, wee friend aptly stuck in the congealed contact solution pooled at the bottom of my case. I know, I know, it doesn’t sound all that hygienic but I can’t bear to clean it just yet; the fly is so gracefully arranged. Like a flower pressed in a thick book, it’s delicate. Here is my ode to this daily small piece of beauty.

Envy the dead fruit fly!
A tranquil fossil floating
Saline juice captive.

I am going to give this poem to someone today.

Thank you is two words.
Unbeknownst to most they taste-
Of a bruised rosebud.