A Man to a Tree, on Building a Treehouse

Friend tree,
I come to you with implements of construction
to pierce your side
with steel spikes long as those held Christ on the cross

I ask your forgiveness
perhaps your indulgence
and promise I will make it as quick and clean as I can
for your sake
and for those of my children.

I have three of them
Thick as my fingers, long as both hands held together
and a drill
given to me by my mother's father
Still mighty from the age of war machines.

I bought you at great price
knowing I would do this to you.
not for the salvation of all men
but for the enjoyment of my children.

Why another blog?

This is something I've been meaning to do for a while now — create a place to lay down the odd thoughts and images that come to mind. Some of them are mine. Some were thought first by others. Some of them... well, we see further by standing on the shoulders of giants, don't we?

I have another blog. It's mainly lighthearted fare, fun stuff for the rest of the family to enjoy — and I have no problem with that. This one's for the artsy-fartsy side of me, the artist-fartist that wants to get out and play a little, write a poem, take bizarre pictures. It won't get updated as often. Only as often as I'm both inspired and have time.

So, welcome. Enjoy, comment, react, be human, be saintly, be sinners — as long as that's what you really are.