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Archive for June, 2015

new art in making

Tuesday, June 30th, 2015



Smith & Lady, Book 4 – 11″ x 14″, June 2015, Smith

Here are the beginnings of a mass art attack . . did two of these assemblages this month, the third last September.

Lady and I plan on doing 30 small assemblage/painting/collages between the two of us in July, some hers, some mine, some ours. She did 5 this month. I did 2. Might be a stretch, but worth trying.


smithladybook3bSmith & Lady, Book 3 – 10″ x 9″, June 2015, Smith



Smith & Lady, Book 2 – 11″ x 14″, September 2014, Smith

Smith & Lady, Book 1 is my memoir – Stations of the Lost & Found, a True Tale of Armed Robbery, Stolen Cars, Outsider Art, Mutant Poetry, Underground Publishing, Robbing the Cradle, and Leaving the Country by Smith & Lady, 2012, The City Poetry Press.

The memoir is $20 + shipping online, but if you go through us, we can mail it to you for $20 total, or hand it to you for $15. Available at


chin drops eyes fade fog enfolds

Tuesday, June 30th, 2015


Coffee by Chiplis:  city made him take it down saying it was signage, not art

Status Report 28

Where’s the caffeine?

Had two cups
strong cups
Costra Rican cowboy coffee cups
yet lids droop
chin drops
eyes fade
fog enfolds
time jumps
head hangs
dark dwells
light lags.

Where’s my caffeine?
cries this coffee fiend.

– Smith, 6.30.2015



blue money

Monday, June 29th, 2015

Status Report 27

Take deep toke
hold the smoke

slo-mo go in warming lope
of first lap in new day pre-sun play

life’s not bad
they’re not too mad

and they let me in on the joke
though I’m the punchline

I don’t mind
cuz I’m not pigging their poke

nor their kneading greed
or hearing unheed

they’re holding the short end of the rope
no matter what they prey

as I float around Rumi
in Sufi soak

– Smith, 6.29.2015





moooooooorrrrreeeee coooooooooooffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sunday, June 28th, 2015


Status Report 26

Eyes foggy before un up sun
pre-dawn sweet, neat, alone
coffee trickles slow to soul
happy feet still asleep
plots and plans ooze in sham
fog of id not yet up grid
slo-mo in snooze aglow
my up and atom subattractin’
electrons slowin’
limbo lost
so mooooooore cooooooooffffffeeeeeeee
crack a lid
raise a brow
press on steam of now somehow
caffeine extreme
my meme of me and mine aligns
it lives! it’s alive! I saw a sign
lip of twitch
lop of lope
ego itch
there’s some hope
moooooooorrrrreeeee coooooooooooffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

– Smith, 6.28.2015



bees ness

Saturday, June 27th, 2015


Status 25

Bee sting venom burns.
Hand swell to lobster claw turns.
Dead bee’s life token.

– Smith, 6.27.2015

Thought I got stung on my neck yesterday during hive inspection, but thankfully didn’t. Could not be sure until I woke this morning with the normal size head folk usually see instead of one grotesquely swollen as if my ego let slip its true face. Most folk start swelling and itching as soon as they’re stung but for some reason it takes me 18 hours before stings start to swell and itch – until then, nada.

Lady got stung for second consecutive time, me the previous three inspections.

My first sting I took no benadryl and for the next two days my right hand just kept swelling until I had a large, red, itchy lobster claw. Third day it started to go down. Second honeybee sting lead to a swollen thumb for one day, the third to a swollen bicep for a day. The last two times I took benadryl pills (over the counter allergy medicine) because they lessen the venom’s effect.

She keeps imploring me to wear the hat with protective webbing, but I won’t do that unless they sting me so often or badly I have to . . . many beekeepers say your body gets used to stings after a while and that they’re actually beneficial health-wise, although I will wear protective gear when we harvest honey because that tends to rile them.

April 21 we dumped 10,000 Italian honeybees shipped from California into one hive box called a deep. In the two months since, we’ve added a second deep and two honey supers (more shallow boxes, maybe 25% smaller than the deep). The Queen lays 1,500 – 2.000 eggs a day, which take about 2 weeks to hatch, then they live 6 weeks and die . . . literally work themselves to death.

Our initial 10,000 will grow to 60-80,000.

And if things progress normally, this fall we will have honey.

Helping the planet pollinate and getting honey in reward is worth the occasional lobster claw.

Some dragonfly, arctic fox, dove, and spotted deer fotos follow.

dragonflystrangely colored dragonfly checking out our beehive
young arctic fox male at Queen Right Colony, where we buy our bee supplies. The fox let me pet him and he lightly bit my finger
Queen Right Colony dove
small spotted deer (about 1/3 smaller than American deer)
one-week old spotted fawn
fawn’s mom eyeing me, making sure my intentions are honorable


pain whispers

Friday, June 26th, 2015


Status Report 24

Pain whispers
“You are still alive,
it’s not too late”

– Smith, 6.26.2015

Lady and I will be hosting an open mic as part of Chardon’s HeART of Geauga Arts Jam 2015 tomorrow Saturday June 27.

The reading will be 1:30-3:30 pm in the Land Conservancy Building, 102 C East Park Street South, Chardon, Ohio, on Chardon Square in the middle of town.

Everyone welcome to read and/or listen. No sign up, we will all take 5 minute turns round robin until either time or poets run out.

If you get lost, stop at the Info Booth in the park in the square and they’ll point the way.

Here’s their Facebook event page: HeART of Geauga Arts Jam 2015 —



soothes present future past

Thursday, June 25th, 2015

Status Report 23

A gift of grass
soothes present future past
undarkens glass.

– Smith, 6.25.2015

2007-9 Oaxacan grass, $7 an ounce Oaxaca, Mexico


Genetically Modified Lamb with Jellyfish Protein Accidentally Sold as Meat in Paris

Wednesday, June 24th, 2015


“Genetically Modified Lamb with Jellyfish Protein Accidentally Sold as Meat in Paris.”

Now THAT is a headline, just became Status Report 22.


Status Report 19

Water’s wet.
Current hard.
Riverbank out of sight.
Night on way.
Ain’t no sinking, just the swim,
as long as far it takes.


Status Report 20

What with big health costs
and small pay days,
self-healing is what we have.


Status Report 21

Running after nothing
trying to catch the ring.

Good dog.


Status Report 22

Genetically Modified Lamb with Jellyfish Protein Accidentally
Sold as Meat in Paris

Now THAT is a headline . . .
Frankenstein Flesh mates with Alien Gelatin
in Paris, the city of love.

Strange days.
I can see some guy eating it growing tentacles out his groin
groping his slowly seeping pool of mutating wife.

Wonder if this jellyfish lamb would lay with the lion?

Jam up, jelly tight.

– Smith, 6.24.2015

b2to B2 or no B2, that is the question



rumble dark

Wednesday, June 24th, 2015

Status Report 18

Rain, thunder, lightning
rumble dark before sun’s rise
metaphor my life.

– Smith, 6.24.2015



mice hold sway

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2015


Status Report 17

A whim away
where mice hold sway
I play

if firm is form
I spend my warm
to undo harm
in cosmic charm

till earthworms turn
feast on my worn
in nod of norm to nature

– Smith, 6.23.2015



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