Friday, December 21, 2018

spirit, do not forsake me

forsaken shadows
warm-hearted winters long ago
old christmas past haunts

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Sunday, August 26, 2018

lonely runner

Recently finished The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, by Alan Sillitoe, and it got me to thinking about school track teams. So I went back to some old school glossy-page yearbooks, and if you look closely, football players and even chess players stand shoulder-to-shoulder in team photos, smiles set and hair combed. But when you look at the track team, some of them have tucked in buttoned shirts and hard shoes, and even the coach, my shop teacher, seems out of place looking off into the distance thinking about his 12th cup of coffee before my hour in his woodshop coming up at 3pm. The track team looks harried like they all got together just a few seconds before the photo was snapped. No squares jaws and no toothy smiles. Nobody cheered these poor guys on. How would that have worked anyway? Would the cheerleaders have run 50 yards ahead to make a human pyramid and called out a corny cheer? Or maybe they piled into an old Volkswagen and puttered ahead just to setup. I don't know. Probably not. I think the long distance runners truly were lonely, out there on uneven back roads with their papered number attached to their shirt flapping in the breeze, and maybe that was best, since they probably threw up in the third mile because they were told not to eat before the event anyway.

Friday, November 10, 2017

soul cake box directions

joyous heart gesture
chocolate garnished in chocolate
slice for each beloved

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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

No sour notes

adieu, Desiree
Dark clouds will always part from
Your summer song Smile

Sunday, April 16, 2017

tax due haiku

Wallet longing second wind
No Spring fun refund

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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Buds haiku

Desiree nurtures
Blooming buds, three and seven
Roses need their rain

for Desiree and her Buds, Valentines Day '17

Friday, December 30, 2016

La Sonate à Kreutzer

La Sonate à Kreutzer
by René-Xavier Prinet (1901)
oil on canvas

Thursday, December 1, 2016

The Front

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

a true thousand points of light

He waved his hand like a magic wand, and said, let there remain a thousand jobs, and let us be Great Again, and it was. And it was good.

Friday, November 11, 2016

the unknown sky

I've never seen a sky like this until this afternoon.

A photo posted by Phil Lawrence (@phillawrence1) on

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

everybody's talkin'

Favorite version of Everybody's Talkin', by the songwriter, Fred Neil...

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

10 years

a vagabond's sketchbook is 10 years old today. It's been a savior to me. A place to come to dissipate despair. And loneliness. A faithful sketchbook to grab up in my hands, scribble a vignette or two, then clutch to my chest for comfort, so to speak.

Thank you, Dear Reader, for visiting.

Saturday, June 4, 2016


Photo by Flip Schulke for Life Magazine

Sunday, April 24, 2016


"Pass the bread, Dear".
"Here you are, Dear".
"Thankyou, Dear".
There were thirteen for dinner at eight. By seven after eight, eleven of the party could form a vision of targeted host backhands without looking up from the main course, forks on the way to their mouths, or with muffled orchestral triangle sound of knives clinking forks. A delicate sawing motion.
"Butter, Dear"?
"By all means. Graciously, my Dear". There was the first flash of gritted teeth.
"My pleasure, Dear".
Eleven folks had to swallow hard now it seemed. Three of the party actually read something in the Sunday Times about how to deal with a domestic dispute just last week, and panicked as they couldn't now remember the five step program. In four of the party, gentle lamb was reluctant and suspicious passing the esophagus. One esteemed member, an actual doctor in a tight bow tie, grew rather queasy as he imagined the lamb portion fight its way towards the inlet to the diaphragm. He would quit his practice the following day, a Monday I believe.
"Dear, try the bean casserole. It's simply marvelous".
"I will, you old cow".
There was no clinking. People stopped chewing. It was like a deer in the headlights.

photo by Tom Chambers
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