Anthem for a new year



“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in…”


From this heart to all of yours…may your New Year be filled with love, creativity and magic…we build the doors and then we pass through them…

“every heart, every heart / to love will come / but like a refugee…”

“For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We’ll drink a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.”

Photo by clinock

P.S. My new year’s resolution is to remain cheerfully cooperative with the primal flux.



Demented Confessions 15 – the Future

the future


the reaching is absolute

embedded in my skull

that button that screen


i don’t see the sun much

i decorate my whiteness

with dark and ancient dreams


i’m expected to confess

seven times a day

eight on nature nostalgia day


my favorites are the tree egg

and the animatronic moose

but i’m not allowed to touch


Poem and art by clinock.

the Future. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.