Processing the Death of Dr. Smith

Processing the Death of Dr. Smith (2009)

Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until the circuits could stand all they could stand.

Ascension of Robby

Ascension of Robby (2010)

Image initially made with Sterling-ware 2. Post-processed until something mechanical finally spoke the word danger.

Open Culvert

Open Culvert (2010)

Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until a landfill began developing around the borders of the image.

First Kiss

First Kiss (2010)

Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until the magic was over.

Too Soft Pillow

Too Soft Pillow (2010)

Initially created with QuaSZ. Post-processed until it would no longer alleviate pressure points.

They Live

They Live (2010)

Sunglasses wake me
up. Aliens dig science fiction
without ever knowing
they live it. I have questions
about the life span of certain sperm
and how the Duggars
raise 20 mouths in a recession
and why Facebook needs a remake
like every vampire retread either
glitters or lusts. Malware
laced spam scares me more than you
screening your black comedy
with X-ray vision from the future
or another smash up near some traffic
island or spaceport. I’m alone
without multiple siblings
or a reality show about me and mine
or a private planet bearing my name
or more sour children resembling another
man from somewhere far far away
who telepathically substantiates
reaching for the stars hurts.

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Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until I was all out of bubble gum. Text is a Google poem collaged from search strings of they live.

Admiral Byrd

Admiral Byrd (2010)

Talk about
snowblind. Say that land
beyond the pole
like you mean it Mister.

Head out
with huskies and secret
diaries. Why Anarctica? Spacemen
or Nazis

probably ponder skeptics. Obviously
discovery is a dying problem.

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Image initially made with Sterling-ware 2. Post-processed until frostbitten. Text is a Google poem collaged from search strings of admiral byrd.

At the Alien Comedy Club

At the Alien Comedy Club (2010)

[Click on the image above to see the view with binoculars.]

Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until it died.

This Little Piggie

This Little Piggie (2010)

She ate like a little pig and she was always big and heavy. It stuck and we could never quite get rid of it.
--Eric Forsman

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Colonel Kurtz

Colonel Kurtz (2010)

Kill Eliot rubbing
your head and reciting his poem. You're neither.
Your navy patrol boat watched a snail crawl
up a similar river. Join Facebook
to kill Mistah Kurtz. Apocalypse no
accident. Back in Saigon Brando reflects
on the Edwardian era. You have
no right to call me a metaphor when your shirts
are designed by machetes. Are my dark hearts
unsound? Unfriend them. Pig
after pig like
Admiral Cane. My son
might not understand this poet-
warrior thing or terminating my command
with errand boys of extreme horror and a pile
of little arms in the form of gardenias.

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Image initially made with QuaSZ. Post-processed until it was "perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure." Text is a Google poem collaged from search strings of colonel kurtz.