KeithBlog

This is a collection of my poetry, political observations, and art clips. I will work under the thesis that these things can succesfully be combined.

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Location: St. Paul, Minnesota, United States

I've been drawing all my life. One of my earliest memories is of drawing a stickman on my parents staircase wall with a black crayon. I drew cartoons and wrote for the the Onion in its earliest days. I did a couple animated shorts that appeared on MTV. I have worked the same job for 20 years. My wife and 2 cats now tolerate my own Big Time Studio that resides in our compact apartment.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Wet Paper Poem
a poem in the stream
floats, water like a fish bubbler
down greenery way
trees dourly hang, roots grown
words, their ink blanching out
dissipating into the warm summer liquid
the paper grows blank
the words a part of the world now
the trees are not indifferent
just distracted with their own poetry

posted by K.Webster | 11:53 AM