ole drawing to accompany new text by Brad Garber
theneweryork:

New Fiction: Falling Together by Brad Garber
The WORLD is getting smaller BUT not in a GEOGRAPHICAL sense although all THINGS seem to shrink AS they harden and MOISTURE is lost and I find myself telling IRAQ to move over IN the bathroom so I can brush my TEETH and yesterday I STEPPED on some coca-CHEWER from Bolivia who WAS sitting at the FOOT of my bed HIS head hanging like A piñata seems like EVERY day more elephants ARE chopped up for THEIR hard-on stuff or MAYBE it’s the rhinos WHILE Greenland flows into THE sea and solar WINDS break down my INTERNET reception the porn DISAPPEARING suddenly while shorts AND medication ads pop AGAINST my eyes and MIDAS babies throw their GOLD against anything that STICKS bullet tunnels being HANDED out across the GLOBE just in case SOMETHING happens as the SKIN of the apple WARPS and buckles into A caricature of someone’s HIPPIE grandfather who charged WITH Teddy against the SPANISH slapping steel and LEAD against flesh for ANOTHER inch of mud OR metal and the CHILD brick-makers in India TEXT messages to the SOCCER ball sewers in MALAYSIA or wherever while TONGUES speak in what THEY are and new LEAVES fail to erupt INTO spring sunlight the HUMMINGBIRDS having left for THE coast to be BLOWN to other patches OF lushness and hope THE Iranians wanting bigger FIREWORKS and North Korea LIVING on one leg SURROUNDED by bouncing basketballs THE glaciers now rivers OF stone and broken BODIES my lost helmet ENDING up in the PACIFIC Ocean to become A temporary restaurant and BAR for passing fish THE Palestinians and Israelis IN the bathtub just BEFORE my first cup OF morning coffee screaming ABOUT sandlots and ancient NAMES yesterday my walk TO work suddenly shorter AS sidewalks retracted under MY soft shoes and CARBON spewed into the AIR like frozen berries IN a smoothie all OF the nutrients flowing INTO a greater good SWIRLING around like a PARADE into a drain THE fathomless pockets still FATHOMLESS and still meaningless WHILE children suffered to THE last their thin AND fly-pocked guts the CANARIES and frogs and BEES of a hardening FIST waiting to strike WITH venom but not KNOWING what to hit OR why while rubber BANDS draw everything tighter UNTIL the Canadian next TO me on the TRAIN looks just like A wildebeest or macaw OR Easter Island statue AND I can only SMILE because I will NEVER know how vanilla-scented SOAP brings New Guinea OUT of her deep GORGES or how prosciutto HAM makes the Neanderthal BROW soften into peach YOGURT and redwoods finally DRY into fallen moss AND starfish become fish WITHOUT coral turning colorless AND tornado trains roll ACROSS an unbroken page ALL ragged and deep WHILE the sun expands TO release its exasperations AND makes everything into A solar vapor wisping AWAY in a death-rattled breath.
Read it:
http://theneweryork.com/falling-together-brad-garber/

ole drawing to accompany new text by Brad Garber

theneweryork:

New Fiction: Falling Together by Brad Garber

The WORLD is getting smaller BUT not in a GEOGRAPHICAL sense although all THINGS seem to shrink AS they harden and MOISTURE is lost and I find myself telling IRAQ to move over IN the bathroom so I can brush my TEETH and yesterday I STEPPED on some coca-CHEWER from Bolivia who WAS sitting at the FOOT of my bed HIS head hanging like A piñata seems like EVERY day more elephants ARE chopped up for THEIR hard-on stuff or MAYBE it’s the rhinos WHILE Greenland flows into THE sea and solar WINDS break down my INTERNET reception the porn DISAPPEARING suddenly while shorts AND medication ads pop AGAINST my eyes and MIDAS babies throw their GOLD against anything that STICKS bullet tunnels being HANDED out across the GLOBE just in case SOMETHING happens as the SKIN of the apple WARPS and buckles into A caricature of someone’s HIPPIE grandfather who charged WITH Teddy against the SPANISH slapping steel and LEAD against flesh for ANOTHER inch of mud OR metal and the CHILD brick-makers in India TEXT messages to the SOCCER ball sewers in MALAYSIA or wherever while TONGUES speak in what THEY are and new LEAVES fail to erupt INTO spring sunlight the HUMMINGBIRDS having left for THE coast to be BLOWN to other patches OF lushness and hope THE Iranians wanting bigger FIREWORKS and North Korea LIVING on one leg SURROUNDED by bouncing basketballs THE glaciers now rivers OF stone and broken BODIES my lost helmet ENDING up in the PACIFIC Ocean to become A temporary restaurant and BAR for passing fish THE Palestinians and Israelis IN the bathtub just BEFORE my first cup OF morning coffee screaming ABOUT sandlots and ancient NAMES yesterday my walk TO work suddenly shorter AS sidewalks retracted under MY soft shoes and CARBON spewed into the AIR like frozen berries IN a smoothie all OF the nutrients flowing INTO a greater good SWIRLING around like a PARADE into a drain THE fathomless pockets still FATHOMLESS and still meaningless WHILE children suffered to THE last their thin AND fly-pocked guts the CANARIES and frogs and BEES of a hardening FIST waiting to strike WITH venom but not KNOWING what to hit OR why while rubber BANDS draw everything tighter UNTIL the Canadian next TO me on the TRAIN looks just like A wildebeest or macaw OR Easter Island statue AND I can only SMILE because I will NEVER know how vanilla-scented SOAP brings New Guinea OUT of her deep GORGES or how prosciutto HAM makes the Neanderthal BROW soften into peach YOGURT and redwoods finally DRY into fallen moss AND starfish become fish WITHOUT coral turning colorless AND tornado trains roll ACROSS an unbroken page ALL ragged and deep WHILE the sun expands TO release its exasperations AND makes everything into A solar vapor wisping AWAY in a death-rattled breath.

Read it:
http://theneweryork.com/falling-together-brad-garber/
a small house I made for my cats with projection mountains

a small house I made for my cats with projection mountains

new picture…old frame

new picture…old frame

small comics

small comics

For my 200th post I present an obligatory photo of one of my work spaces. featured here are several drawings in progress, a modified stylophone, stack of sketchbooks on other books w/ passport on top , drawing glasses, mug (for coffee or bourbon), assorted pens, foldable wooden robot thing, and some cassette tapes. Here’s to 200 more post! ….thanks for listening 🍻

For my 200th post I present an obligatory photo of one of my work spaces. featured here are several drawings in progress, a modified stylophone, stack of sketchbooks on other books w/ passport on top , drawing glasses, mug (for coffee or bourbon), assorted pens, foldable wooden robot thing, and some cassette tapes. Here’s to 200 more post! ….thanks for listening 🍻

pareidolia mixup 8

pareidolia mixup 8

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