Person Avoiding Mortality…

Person Avoiding Mortality by Clinock. 18″ x 22″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal on paper.









Mortality by Clinock.

From blazing deserts and cold oceans

I walked the road that leads to nowhere,

A hero of my own adventures,

Taking life as my lover and

Pride as my guide

I never noticed, I was blind

To the third always walking beside us,

Hooded and cloaked.

A figure waiting patiently

In shadowed meditation.

But now I sense the presence

Of the third always walking beside us;

And I creep quietly away

From the truth that steals light

From my day.

There is no geometry of hope.

No angle in which to hide.

There is no dissection

Through which light can enter

My empty heart.

The road kill and the graves

Of thousands of brothers and sisters

Share the truth of

Mortality. The end of all this

Is inescapable.

Reunion Inesperada…

Reunion Inesperada by Clinock. 18″ x 22″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal on paper.








Reunion Inesperada by Clinock.

Memory resurrected on a city street.

Suddenly you in the evening crowd

Calling my name – I turn and

A thousand faces negate themselves

And disappear – only you remain

Real, under uncertain skies – enveloped

In shifting clouds of hair – wild

As a kiss of wind – breathless from running

You were there again.

Nothing more complex than this.

Beneath stoical buttresses of a grey

Cathedral – Memory made tangible

In silk and velvet – you, more alive

Than life itself – you, clutching the rough

Arm of my coat with a small, cold hand,

Speaking my name – delicate wet birds

Lifting from your lips – parting the rain,

White trails vanishing into dark caverns

And you were there again.

Nothing more complex than this.


Incubus by clinock. 18″x 22″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal, on paper.

Poem by clinock.



I sometimes have my doubts / That when she smiles

She smiles for me / Or for some wild entity

Who, with hidden voice and lust / Emerges in her sleep, enfolding

Innocence with thrusting flesh.


Fallen from grace, wingless he comes / Trailing through backyard garbage

In the gaping tomcat night, / Clawing at her curtained window,

Thrusting his white idiot face against the glass, / And singing his terrible song.


Trembling she invites him in. / Thrilled yet terrified she lays

Naked in the humming dark, / Prostrate on rumpled sheets,

Eyes closed tight, anticipating / The touch that opens,

The whispered breath, / The knocking clock,

The cold, dark wind.


The night has teeth that bite, / And tongues that caress the skin

And lap the dream as cats ingesting milk. / And flickering shadows remain

To cloak the cries of invaded flesh / And hallucinate the seed of ecstasy.


The moon explodes, crying, sighing, / Helpless among dark clouds.

Bound by whispers / And gripped by lunar hands

She twists and turns / In his cold embrace.

Wanting and naked / She opens and closes

In her dream / As a night flower plucked

Before its time.


His presence is all encompassing. / His embrace, like sucking quicksand,

Absorbs her beauty. / She runs in her dream

But her running is slow. / And wherever she goes

He is always there, inside her / And around her,

And the morning is too far away.

Caught Fish 4 – Dog Park…

Dog Park by clinock. 11″x 14″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal, on paper.

I once had a dog, my Malika – she was killed by a car. I was so attached to this animal that I swore I would never repeat this agony of loss. I am now a cat person and although I have lost many cats to coyotes, accidents and mysterious circumstances I still feel the loss of Malika the most.

This drawing was done in my local dog park – it is my tribute to Malika.

Caught Fish 3 – Broken…

Broken by clinock. 18″x22″. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal, on paper.

The third drawing from my ‘fishing trip’.



“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: 
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Percy Bysshe Shelly.

Caught Fish 2 – Dungeons and Dragons

dungeons and dragons
Dungeons and Dragons. 18″ x 22″. graphite, conte, charcoal on paper. (Drwg # 26).

Dungeons and Dragons. By clinock. 18″x22″. Two Drawings; one ripped and Collaged to the other. Graphite, Conte and Charcoal, on paper.

The second drawing from my creative ‘fishing trip’. I was working intensely on one drawing but the paper, being of poor quality, ripped. So I continued to rip and added the ripped drawing pieces to another drawing that I had no idea what to do with. The result is this work.